"Where in the world..."
It didn't take long beyond the last muttered word for Edgeworth to piece together exactly where he had just crash-landed.
He was on the rolling cliffside of one of the monumental woman's breasts.
If her scale had beggared belief before he had been thrown into direct contact with her, seeing her from a position physically perched on her body was an entirely new story; one breast alone was like a strange, barren plain large enough to house entire city blocks. It seemed to go on for miles of space beyond where he lay on his front, the eventual shift to the stressed fabric of her flight attendant's uniform (which she certainly didn't wear in regular style, with such a vast gorge of exposed cleavage) brought to mind entire cliffside installations like a city built on a rocky wall.
The twin of the mountain Edgeworth was now stranded on pressed heavily into the side of this one as the woman sat there moments more with her upper body slumped on the vast bed before her.
She said something to herself, but the words only reached his ears as a rumbling.
And then the world was in chaos once more.
Cammy pushed herself back up from the edge of the bed once she was confident the turbulence had passed. In her world, no dust speck-sized prosecutor had just become a passenger on her left breast. In Cammy's world, she was just going to roll onto this bed for a few minutes' rest before she grudgingly returned to whatever constituted her standard level of work on a flight like this one.
She did so, wholly unaware of her near-invisible guest. As she moved, her mostly-exposed chest bobbed and shifted so powerfully that the turbulence she had just felt would have seemed like nothing to the mite that was Edgeworth by comparison.
It was as if this woman was so incalculably vast that her body's own gravity pulled him right down against her even as Edgeworth tried to move.
Moving with motions like the most powerful of earthquakes, the attendant's breast heaved beneath Edgeworth.
He was tossed and rolled like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane. The world had disappeared, and all that was left was this living titan's mountainous tit. If he could move; if he could escape to anywhere else...
There was nowhere. As Cammy Meele made herself comfortable, settling onto the infinite plateau of the bed, Edgeworth staggered and tumbled ever closer to the space directly between her breasts. He arrived at his destination in the moments before Cammy chose to roll onto her side.
On his back and exhausted by the fruitless effort to find his balance and move for himself, Edgeworth looked up weakly at the sight of a planet overlapping the one he inhabited. Cammy's other breast eclipsed the artificial light from the room's ceiling, driving ever closer down to him, and then he was consumed.
Buried beneath one entire world and its twin, Edgeworth became as immobile as any other smothered speck of dust. There were no sights for him to glimpse, no air to fill his tiny lungs. He had become less than lint snared in Cammy's bosom, and as his consciousness faded away in powerful warmth and the atmosphere of Cammy's body, he had just as little impact.
Cammy relaxed on her side, comfortable and drifting off in mere seconds. With her breasts weighing heavily on the bed, she never came to the slightest realization that her chest had just smothered the shrunken form of the stuffy and annoying-looking passenger she'd walked past on the first-class deck earlier.
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