Even in her haze of confusion, shock, and arousal, her mind was sharp enough to put the pieces together quickly.
The sting.
That bee, just like every other one in the lab, had been exposed to a retrovirus, something that altered its genetic code. Something that could've worked its way into the bee's venom. As much as she'd struggled to develop the desired changes, the retrovirus had proved remarkably adaptable. It could easily have been carried through the venom, bringing with it genetic material that could alter a new host, perhpas converting organs that normally produced milk to producing honey? All it would need is sugar... sugar like one would find in cookies, or soda.
"Oh no."
She'd never moved as fast as she now did, rushing to turn off the shower and dry herself off. The lab. She had to get back there, had to fix this before anything else could happen. Her newly-enlarged breasts were like heavy weights upon her chest, slowing her down slightly, but she forced herself through the pain of them knocking about, throwing on clothes and rushing out the door.
The relative emptiness of these streets at night was a blessing - nobody got in her way as she flew down the freeway, back to the university. Not even a cop trying to flag her down - at least Jennifer had a bit of luck on her side. She groaned more and more as she careened into the parking lot, her breasts in desperate need of relief - but for all she knew, squeezing them further could just cause further changes.
At the very least, though, she was still human by the time she fumbled her way into opening the door and stumbled inside her lab, flicking lights on in a panic. She quickly turned to a mirror - no other visible physical alterations. She undressed just to make sure, twirling around, but aside from another bit of weight to her chest, everything seemed the same.
Now confident that she wasn't going to instantly become some gigantic bug, she scrambled to grab her recorder. This had to be logged - if not for proving that her research had produced some sort of result, than for ensuring that someone had a basis for a cure, if this suddenly went south. "D-Doctor Jennifer Xiao recording, at uh... e-eleven fifteen PM, uh... May 19th." She blinked rapidly, staring at her own visage in the mirror in a paranoid search for any black or yellow hairs that might emerge.
"Approximately, uh... two hours ago, I was... I was stung, by..." she paused, looking over the cages. "A subject previously exposed to Strain... 3185." No results - as if. "Since then, uh... I've undergone... extremely unusual symptoms, uh.... I-I believe that the retrovirus utilized with 3185, it... it had an unexpected interaction, with its venom."
She gripped the counter with one hand tightly, struggling to try and pull herself together. "My... organs, ah.... normaly utilized for production of... milk... have undergone... alterations." Blinking rapidly, she grabbed a camera from one of the drawers, quickly starting to snap pictures of herself. "The organs have... significantly increased in size, and ah... they are now producing... honey."
Once satisfied with photo documentation of everything, she made her way over to a rack of test tubes. "I uh... my current theory, is that... I-I only received a partial venom dose. Given the lack of further changes... I think... I hope... this will be the limit of physical alterations. I'm going to..."
She paused.
Logically speaking, the smart thing to do was to pull one of her own genetic samples, and develop a retrovirus to restore her to being fully human. But... the more her head cleared, the more she realized how much of a breakthrough this was. Rapid mutations and physical alterations induced in a human being - this could be the discovery that immortalized her name in history. Hell, proper application of this retrovirus could immortalize her outright. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just... observe how this developed... or maybe even help things along.