As the weeks turn into months, Makima's situation grows increasingly dire. Her breasts have grown to an immense size, her nipples now as large and dark as plums. The constant production of milk has left her perpetually wet and sticky, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

She tries to hide the changes from those around her, but it's becoming more and more obvious that something is wrong. Desperate for answers, she turns to the one person she can trust... herself.

After much soul-searching and introspection, Makima finally comes to a decision. She will embrace this darkness within her, accepting the changes it brings and using them to her advantage. No longer content with simply being a Director of Public Safety, she will become something more... something legendary.

With renewed determination, she steps out from behind her desk, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. Her breasts sway gently with each step she takes, leaving a trail of milk in her wake as she marches forward into the unknown.

"Oh, sweetie, this is your new home now. You're safe under our care. We'll teach you to control those demon instincts. But first, let's get that cute little body fed!" She giggled, pulling him into an embrace as she whispered in his ear. "And maybe a special training session after..." Her voice trailed off suggestively.

"Delicious! Our little half-demon seems to be adapting nicely. After breakfast, let's discuss his schedule - classes, training, and of course, playtime." She winked at Power, who chuckled in agreement. "He'll need plenty of attention to reach his full potential."