Claire, at her desk

The new clothes felt great on Claire. And that was her problem.

Her body had been similar all her life. Tall, for a woman, and quite slim. Not a lot of breast. She had made peace with all of this, and learned to make it work for her. She had her own style, and many men were into it. Claire joked to her current boyfriend that he was lucky to find her, since his ex wife looked quite a bit like her.

But now, in the past week all had changed. Claire's breasts had grown to a respectable c-cup. She had to ask for help from one of the employees when shopping for a new bra, and had been quite mystified at the measurements.

It didn't help that the rest of her body had also shifted over the week. She was pretty sure she had shrunk two inches. Still a bit taller than average, but now well within the average for a woman. The extra mass seemed to have gone to her hips and ass. For the first time ever, Claire had a hourglass figure.

It couldn't be mere malnutrition, or some fluke hormonal variation. Her new curves were much firmer, like a younger woman's. Her ass felt muscular, as did her arms. Claire had never been one to go to the gym, preferring long walks spent listening to classical music. But now, she looked like she spent several hours a week doing squats. God, she felt like squatting. She couldn't remember having this much energy in years.

Something dropped on her desk. Claire looked up, to see Michelle. The receptionist beamed at her.

"The documents you needed for that sales pitch finally arrived!"

"Thank you!" Claire smiled. The receptionist sauntered off. Claire got a good look at her butt, well defined through Michelle's pencil skirt.

The receptionist had always been quite fat. Quite grumpy, too. Now, she looked happy, energetic, and more than a little bit cute.

God, this was true of every woman in the office today. Claire left her desk and wandered over to the coffee machine. The entire office hummed along pleasantly, everyone looking focused on their work. A few of the women who were on break laughed pleasantly. Claire saw one of the legal assistant walk by. Her usual mane of frizzy red hair was now smooth and blonde. A new hair cut?

All of this should have made Claire run for the hills. Something very weird was happening (other than everyone having suddenly decided to be productive for once). Occasionally she would cross path with an employee who looked at her quizically. But most of them simply seemed in a good mood, complimenting her on her appearance. Claire inevitably felt like doing the same. She hadn't been in this good a mood in years.

"Great, we are all turning into pod people, and I can't feel upset about it." She sighed, bringing back two cups of coffee to her desk. She offered one to Max. He accepted it gratefully. Max had filled out a little bit, too. His face no longer looked skeletal. There was almost something androgynous to him.

A novel was still tucked away on the corner of Max's desk. The novel Zoe had been reading.

Claire gave the book a long look. All of the women looked more athletic, acted more cheerful. The men, too, though to a lesser extent. Blonde hair everywhere.

Were they all turning into Zoe?