You sat on All Might's pecs, watching TV as your giant adoptive father lounged back on the couch. You soon heard the giant, muscular hero begin to snore, his giant mouth wide opened behind you.
You stood up on the giant chest as All Might's tight, white T-shirt could barely contain his muscles.
You were about to climb down to turn the volume up on the remote, when you began to slip off of the gigantic pecs.
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