Who else? Vivian the receptionist

Aiden stalked his way through the transformed police station, passing the blue-haired girl from the basement as she quickly walked towards the front doors, her clothes stretched tightly over her much larger stomach and breasts. He also enjoyed the sight of all the women in the building strung up and being milked from their huge breasts, even taking a minute to take a sample directly from the orgasming source.

Satisfied for the moment, he casually walked up to the reception desk, which was now being crushed under the weight of the amalgamation's flesh. Vivian was standing frozen nearby, watching as one of her friends was swiftly transformed into another milk machine.

"Enjoying the show?" Aiden said, still disguised as Commander Raskins. Vivian's eyes shot from her friend to him, fear and confusion evident in them.

"Sir, what's going on?!" she asked frantically. "Everyone was getting grabbed except for me. The guys became part of...whatever this is and all the women turned into those." She pointed at the women strung up along the walls, ceiling, and floor.

"I know. Don't worry, everything is going according to plan," Aiden said, walking closer to the bleached blonde.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"I mean..." he said, beginning to shift his form back to the one he had first taken when he approached Vivian. "Everything is turning out exactly as I want it to."

"Aiden?" she asked, dumbfounded, as his face took its original shape.

"That's right," he said, stepping right into her personal space, casually tearing his stolen uniform off. "I have no idea where Raskins is, but he's not here. That was me that impersonated him, me that created a huge monster, me that turned the police chief into a slut begging to be milked, and me that set up a custom breeding station in the basement. Everything has gone exactly as I planned before I even got here. Only one thing didn't fit, and that's you, Vivian. Lucky for you, I like you. You're not afraid to get what you want."

"So what do you want with me?" she asked, eyes roaming over his wide, muscled chest and shoulders. She couldn't deny that she was attracted to the man in front of her, regardless of whether he was responsible for the current state of the police station or not.

"Exactly that, I want you. You'll make a fine addition to my little harem of girls. But like I said, I like you, so I'll give you a choice. If you like seeing this, watching these people give in to their most base desires, join me and have pleasure for the rest of your life, molded to perfection by my own hand. If not, or if you just really want to be a milk slut, you're free to join your coworkers here and serve me in another way. The choice is yours."

Aiden stepped back and watched as Vivian struggled to make her decision. He could see her turning the question over in her mind, eyes flitting around room. Eventually, they landed on one of the moaning women with a tentacle up her cunt as her enormous tits were squeezed and milked. Aiden watched with a smirk as one of her hands crawled its way toward the crotch of her pants, knowing she'd made her decision.