A MILF in a white dress

Aiden quickly spotted the perfect candidate. An elegant woman likely in her late thirties was walking through the lobby, taking small steps in her white pencil dress and matching two inch heels. Her brown hair was flowing and voluminous, dangling earrings twinkling just beneath. She was slim, with refined features, small breasts, tight waist, and slightly wider hips, giving her a slight hourglass shape. She walked with purpose towards the front desk, immediately commanding the attention of Aiden's new minion.

"Yes, Miss Thorne?" he asked respectfully. The woman gave him a somewhat demeaning smile.

"Yes, hello. I'd like to get a change of towels to my room, preferably ones that are cleaned properly. I found a blonde hair on one of them this morning. Please see that they are changed by the time I return tonight." The man behind the desk bowed apologetically.

"Of course miss. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience. I'll ensure that the cleaning staff have them replaced immediately," he said. 'Fucking bitch,' he thought, the idea mirrored in Aiden's own mind. The woman seemed satisfied though and turned to leave. Seeing an opportunity, Aiden hurried along the wall and moved to intercept her.

"Excuse me, Miss Thorne?" he asked, trying to emulate the receptionist's respectful tone. The woman turned to him, the same pandering smile on her face.

"Yes?" she asked airily, her annoyance thinly veiled. Aiden wasn't deterred, knowing she wouldn't be rude for long.

"The management would like to have a brief word with you. It won't take more than a minute of your time." The woman huffed, her ire growing, but she relented.

"Very well, but make it quick. I'm a busy woman." Aiden bowed respectfully.

"This way, please."

He led her through a door into a private office that he knew from reading the receptionist's mind would be empty and was also suitably soundproofed. Ms. Thorne looked around the empty room before spinning around to face Aiden.

"What is the meaning of this? Surely you don't intend to make me wait?" she said, outraged. Aiden closed and locked the door behind him before turning to face the older woman.

"No, I surely don't intend to make you wait. I think you'll serve my needs perfectly, once you learn your place of course."

"What in the world do you mean? I'll have you fired for this, you..." her voice faded as Aiden stepped forwards and willed himself to gain mass. He swiftly grew back to a towering 6'4 height, muscles expanding and tearing his fitted clothes to shreds. In moments, he stood before the woman in white as a sex god, his large cock and balls dangling between his legs. She stared at him with awe and fear as he towered over her comparatively small form.

"Wha....who...what are you?" she stammered, eyes roaming every inch of his naked body, lingering slightly on his semi-hard penis.

"That doesn't matter," Aiden said, his voice much lower than it had been before. "I'm your new master, your Lord. What is your name?"

"Rose," she said, not blinking as she continued to stare at his masculine perfection.

"Rose Thorne, really? Whatever," he grumbled. "I've chosen you to become a broodmother for me, so I can better spread my plague. Our children will be perfect infiltrators. You should be thankful to be granted such a role." Rose's distracted gaze regained focus as Aiden's words registered.

"Wait, broodmother? Our CHILDREN? Are you insane?!" she screamed, backing away from Aiden.

"That's entirely possible," he said wryly. "But who said that was bad? Now, will you submit to me?" Rose continued to back away from him, holding out her hands like she could stop him. "Fine, more fun this way anyways." Aiden casually stepped forwards, closing the distance between them in a second. Rose squeaked with fear, the sound unexpected from her mature appearance. Aiden was quick to grab her and stifle her scream. She struggled in his arms, but was no match for his overwhelming strength.

"You know," Aiden said, idly trailing his hand down her body. "You really are quite attractive. You've got that MILF look to you. Though if you're a miss, I suppose you're not really a mother. Don't worry though," he whispered in her ear, "I'll be changing that." With a quick yank, the bottom part of her dress tore up to her waist, exposing her pussy barely covered by a thin pair of panties. Aiden relished the look of fear in her eyes as his hand lingered on her thighs and swept across her mound. He gently pulled her panties down, revealing her shaven cunt. He hummed with satisfaction and his cock jumped, blood rapidly filling it. "I'm going to enjoy this immensely," he said before guiding his hard length between her legs.

He idly probed her petals, letting his sensitive head tease her opening. She shuddered with fear and a small amount of arousal as she felt his size. Aiden gently pushed the tip of his cock into her, making her buck to try and escape, only to be held firm by his overpowering strength. Rose groaned and gasped as Aiden pushed more of his towering rod into her, unwilling to acknowledge the pleasure she could slowly feel building.

Laying her on a nearby desk, Aiden began thrusting harder and faster into the brunette. He was delighted by her increasing reciprocity, seemingly despite her best efforts. He decided to savor it while it lasted and continued to fuck her somewhat slowly. Her gasps became less pained as she was unwillingly assaulted with bursts of bliss from her cunt. She was far from a virgin, but the overpowering masculinity of Aiden stirred a desire in her that she had never felt before. She wanted to be subjugated, to be a woman, something that she had long ignored, claiming to have no need for a husband or children. Now, her eyes were opened as the virus began to take hold of her. She wanted, needed to be fucked, to orgasm, to be bred.

Pleasure assaulted her anew as Aiden increased the speed of his thrusts, reaching deeper inside her than before. She could do nothing but lay there limply and be fucked, too overwhelmed by the feeling of Aiden's cock. Her body shook with each push and pull and whimpers escaped her clenched mouth.

"Yes, it feels good doesn't it?" Aiden said as he pistoned into her tight pussy. "I'm getting close now, it won't be long until you swell with my brood. You can feel it already, can't you? Your purpose. You'll create an army for me and you'll love every second of it. Nothing can stop it now. Soon you'll have a perfect slut body and your womb will never be empty. You'll beg me to fill you over and over! Just...like...THIS!" he yelled as he came, pumping his potent viral load into her fertile cunt. Rose was ashamed to feel intense pleasure with every pump as Aiden's cum transformed and impregnated her.

Her hips surged outwards, widening to accommodate the scores of children she would birth. Her ass likewise grew, raising her slightly as it became a wobbling bubble butt. Her breasts followed suit a moment later, quickly stretching the tight fabric of her dress. Tits swelled like balloons, painfully compressed against her rib cage. Her flesh grew more and more until the material of the dress couldn't take the strain and split open. Rose gasped deeply as her voluminous boobs revealed themselves, sitting firmly on her chest and full of new vigor. Her skin became flawless and any trace of extraneous hair disappeared.

Rose barely had a moment to enjoy her new body when she felt a new pulse in her belly. Aiden's cum writhed inside her, as if it possessed a life of its own. She could feel it squirm within her, pushing deeper and deeper until it reached her cervix and penetrated her womb. Rose felt the very moment his sperm connected with her, forming new life inside her. It grew quickly, fueled by the virus that formed it. Rose felt the pulsing life replicate and split, going from one to two to four and more, until tens of probing creatures pushed at her walls. Her belly grew quickly, keeping pace with the developing spawn inside her. In minutes, she looked fit to burst, swollen as if eleven months pregnant. Aiden's cock withdrew from her cunt and she immediately felt the creatures fight to escape the confines of their mother.

Rose gripped the table tightly as the first creature pushed its way out of her womb. She felt it as it crept down her slick, used canal and emerged, dropping onto the desk between her legs.