A curious side of Miranda kicked in as Clair continued pawing at her smaller breasts. Miranda stared down at her own chest and imagined what Clair's breasts had looked like before they changed. She gasped when she felt a sudden pressure on her chest and her bra seemed to tighten around her. She watched as her tits inflated into Clair's former E-cups...almost spilling out of her top.
It wasn't long before Clair looked up... jaw open and eyes wide. "You're bigger! Hey - they're MY boobs!" she shouted at Miranda.
"I think they are yes. I just thought about them... bingo, I had them." Miranda shrugged, staying calm and acting like it was no big deal. "Wow, they're heavy!" she then giggled as she groped her new melons in front of their former owner.
"But these aren't your boobs, whose are they?" Clair asked, puzzled.
Still yours I think too, I just shrank them accidentally." Miranda answered, assuming.
Clair threw a suspicious stare in Miranda's direction. "Oh and then you "accidentally" give yourself my breasts, that it?" she scowled, beginning to lose her temper just a little bit.
"Look, no big deal, I can probably give you these back. But not if you keep growling at me." Miranda snapped back.
"I want my tits back." Clair demanded.
Miranda just had another jiggle of her new boobs, then smirked at Clair. "You're gonna have to be a lot more polite than that." she made clear. Then she strolled out of the old chemical storage closet, leaving the mess she had made behind. Clair just took another dejected sigh and scratched her head then she took off after Miranda. She had to get her breasts back to normal.
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