Phoenix rubbed his head as he found himself in what was becoming an increasingly common situation: getting stared down by a very angry Pearl Fey.
"How could you like that lady more than Mystic Maya?" Pearl squealed, stomping her foot as she stared daggers at Phoenix.
"I don't, Pearls!" Phoenix insisted, but the younger Fey was having none of it.
"Don't lie to me! I saw you staring at her picture!" Pearl yelled.
It was true, Pearl had walked into the office while Phoenix was going through the profiles of the recent case. He had gotten Ron off without charges for his role as Mask DeMasque, but Ron would still be in detention for another week while he was questioned about the details of all of his robberies as they built a case against Luke Atmey. And as he was flipping through his profiles, he'd come across Ms. Delite's photo, and for the umpteenth time found himself wondering "why?". Why would a confident, beautiful woman like this marry Ron Delite, a man who would jump at the sight of his own shadow. And while he was wondering, Pearl had wandered in and found him.
"I promise it's not like that, Pearls!" Phoenix insisted, but she still didn't believe him.
"If you like Ms. Delite so much, maybe you should get to know her better!" Pearl yelled. And then suddenly, her eyes began to glow white. He had seen Morgan's do this when she was angry, but not as strong as this. He remembered Maya and Morgan's comments about Pearl: "She has a tremendous amount of spiritual power for someone her age."
"Whoa, Pearl, settle down now. Let's not do anything crazy." Phoenix said, backing away. But honestly, he wasn't sure if Pearl was even in control anymore. All he knew was that whatever was about to happen, it was going to go badly for him. And then, right on cue, a flash of light shot out of Pearl's Magatama, and the next thing Phoenix knew, he was falling through the air.
Phoenix landed on top of a soft, warm surface. As he lay on his chest with his face pressed against the "ground", he could hear a rhythmic beat. No, more like... a pulse. And that meant the surface he was laying on must have been skin! But he was 6 feet tall, and his entire body was on this smooth surface. Confused how he ended up on what he could only assume was a sumo wrestler's stomach, he turned his head upwards to see where he was. The first thing he saw was a wall of bright red leather. Between his conversation with Pearl and his experiences the last few days, he recognized it instantly as Desiree's jacket. But as he kept tilting his head, the jacket didn't end. It just stretched up and up until...
Phoenix gasped as the whole situation clicked into place. Hanging above him was the enormous head of Desiree Delite, eyes trained on an equally giant cell phone in her hand. She was massive!
His internal lawyer voice instantly shut down that thought. (Objection! Don't be stupid, Phoenix, she isn't massive. She's the same size as everything else in this apartment. ... Which means you're tiny!)
Now he knew what Pearl had done. Intentionally or not, she had shrunken him and teleported him to the home of Desiree Delite, where he was now...
Phoenix's jaw dropped as the rest of the situation clicked. If her head was hanging above him, and he was on her bare skin, that could only mean one thing. He was now standing on one of Desiree's enormous breasts! He tried to look away in embarrassment, but her boob was everywhere. He was standing on it, after all. There was nowhere else for him to go, nowhere to run to. If he headed towards the edge, he'd just end up falling to what would certainly be his death. His only hope was to get Desiree's attention, and hope she was happy enough with his court performance that she didn't mind finding him on her breast.
As he wondered what the best next move was, Desiree suddenly began to walk. Phoenix hadn't even realized she was standing, and was completely unprepared. Desiree's boobs weren't exactly well supported by her outfit, meaning every one of her movements was echoed a second later by a bounce from her breast. The tiny defense attorney was immediately thrown off his feet, leaving him laying face down on the giant boob once more as Desiree continued to move. With every step the boob beneath him bounced lightly, tossing him up into the air a few inches (from his perspective) before gravity brought him back down with a faceplant into her soft breast flesh.
This wasn't good. Phoenix knew that if this woman didn't stop moving soon, he would end up falling off. And he didn't think he could count on this soft of a landing next time he fell.
What are Ms. Delite's plans?
1. She is going on a motorcycle ride. Phoenix slips down off her boob and through her cleavage and ends up trapped between her and the bike seat.
2. She is going out shopping for clothes. (Phoenix slips down under her jacket and into her bra)
3. She was just heading to the fridge for a snack.
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