minion gyatt.

Chapter 3- The arrival.

Gru crashes through the door, the luminescent lights reflecting off the top of his bald skull, his skin shiny, and for some reason, red.

Gru blushes ferociously and cranes his neck as he searches for Jim desperately, scanning every corner of the studio before finally finding him trapped in a pile of oil cannisters.

"Gru... y-you made it? I wasn't exactly, uh.. expecting you, but-" Jim stammers, before his words were cut through by Gru himself.

"Try all you want to hide it, Jim, but we all know you were just sitting there, waiting for me to witness your gleaming body. Don't be shy. I don't particularly like betas- they aren't my type. So unless you want me to pay attention to you, I suggest you get your act together." He replies, hastily.

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He turns around, and quickly removes his minion uniform, revealing two plump, juicy, soft, luscious, ripe, succulent, tender cheeks, separated only by a singular elegant crack, parting his buttocks like the red sea.

"Now that's what I like to see," says Gru, his eyes flooded with awe, as he gazes upon the two colossal spherical shaped domes, sat perfectly upon Jim's backside, a river of drool stealthily escaping the corners of his mouth as he takes in the sight of them, so big, so... beautiful.

It were as though the sun had split into two perfect halves, two big, fruitful portions, just waiting idly, especially for him to take a bite.

"You don't mind if I take a bite or two, do you?" Gru snickers under his breath, watching as Jim's face is painted with blush for what felt like the thousandth time today. He just couldn't resist the opportunity to watch his typically lemon-coloured face transform into that adorable shade of crimson.

"N-no.. no." Jim mutters, whimpering slightly. After all, he couldn't say no to Gru, could he?

"Alright boys, pack it in!"

Not again. Thanks a lot, Mahiru..

Jim rolls his eyes and the sparks from within them immediately vanish as, before he knew it, his ears were full of the sound of a camera shutter, as quick, prompt flashes of light filled the room, left, right and centre. Then, it was all over. The photos had been taken.

"Thank you for your assistance, Jim." says Gru, in that same teasing tone that he was so undoubtedly used to.