Aiden's got ideas for more ways to spread

Aiden watched his new minions get to work as he casually fucked the destroyed blonde woman. They all moved with an efficiency that showed they knew what they were doing. He watched as two of them left with carts loaded with infected food, heading for the staff elevators. Aiden knew that the virus would be spread to whoever ordered it, one way or another. His control was getting better too. He could sense both of the servers despite the growing distance as they ascended the building, heading for their targets. Satisfied that he would be able to keep track of them and their targets, Aiden returned to his current task.

"You're just about ready to pop, aren't you?" he asked the woman whose ass he was still buried in. The woman didn't answer of course, having had any speck of intelligence, thought, or sentience accidentally obliterated by Aiden's initial strike. But that was par for the course, Aiden figured. Really, it was impressive he hadn't left a trail of drooling cumdumps in his wake with how many things he had tried. There was bound to be a bit of collateral.

"Well, let's see if we can't make that happen!" Aiden said as his balls clenched again, ejaculating once again into the wrecked woman. She grew again and again in time to the massive gouts of cum pouring out of Aiden and into her. If she had a brain, she would have felt her organs and bones melting into more cum inside her. Her arms and legs filled with cum and then disappeared as the bones and muscles in them were dissolved and the skin was repurposed to hold her expanding body together. Even so, Aiden could hear her taunt skin stretching as she reached the limit.

"You really do make a delightful cum balloon, don't you?" He said, pulling his dick out of her. A small wave of cum surged out before her holes sealed properly, the virus ensuring that its host would keep all of Aiden's tainted jizz inside her. "Now what should we do with you, hmm? It'd be a waste to just pop you. No, I think you should serve one more purpose before you get your curtain call." Aiden looked over to where one of the female servers was folding napkins with one hand and playing with her own folds with her other.

"You there, tell me what sort of events are going on here," he said, the server immediately abandoning both her tasks to face him.

"Yes Lord, there is a birthday party group using the side hall today and a wedding reception in the main hall in the evening. Otherwise, some of the conference rooms are booked for meetings and lunches. Any unbooked rooms are open to guests to use at their discretion." Aiden considered it. The wedding reception sounded fun, but he doubted his balloon would last that long. On the other hand, a conference room or birthday party could make for a perfect opportunity. The only trouble was which to pick.