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Ochaco's forest training wasn't going any better as it didn't take long before she was up to her chest in the thick, gooey grasp of the quicksand.  She made the half-hearted attempt to push herself out with her arms, only for them to get stuck in the morass themselves, taking every ounce of strength she has just to lift them up even slightly.  As the mud crept up her chest and pushed her breasts upward, her hopes for both escape and a passing grade only descended.

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