"...observe further developments." It would have been reckless to go charging into the situation Jennifer now found herself in. She first needed to find out just how much change this partial dosage of 3185-affected venom would cause to herself -- worst case scenario, she could leave herself some ungodly bee-human abomination for whom death would be a mercy if she took a wrong step somewhere trying to mess around in the next few hours or days. Most mutations in nature don't end up working out all that well for the organism with it, after all. At the same time, the pile of papers and stack of tapes documenting three years of scientific futility on one side of her as well as the secured cages of the thousands of currently-sedate bees on the other had given her a new resolve to explore around this development. The first couple of hours after the sting had somehow resulted in changing just her breasts -- rapid as the changes to herself had been, it certainly seemed like there would be time to work on a way to reverse it later down the road if she needed to.
At any rate, the scientist in her went to work. "Though, um...unexpected, this would provide a baseline measure of how...ah, potent venom from a subject affected by Strain 3185 is. As I am currently unsure how...much of myself has changed or will change, I, uh...will take samples of my blood and saliva periodically as, uh...as well as photographs of anything unusual to my body when -- if -- I see them." She set the recorder down and got to work quickly, checking the sterile cabinets down the hall for the necessary equipment to bring back to her lab and take the first sample. The blood sample would provide more information, but could only be taken so frequently -- the saliva ones would have to fill in the gap as best they could.
Once that was done, her attention turned to what had driven her here in the first place. "As I, uh...said previously, my, uh...milk-producing organs have undergone...significant changes. These changes were...preceded by a desire for sugar, followed...followed by a, uh...painful heat in both organs. I then...um, then noticed that they had increased considerably in size, and...and after applying pressure they would, uh...secrete honey. Or...at least what I believe to be honey." She looked over at a nearby test tube rack. "I will take...uh, samples to verify this."
By the time she had set up the necessary equipment to hold what she believed to be enough sample, the pain from the fullness, as she decided to call it, on her chest had gotten worse. The shirt she had thrown on back at her apartment seemed an even tighter fight than before. Jennifer took off her lab coat and hung it on the back of a nearby chair, then rolled up her shirt to see that, if anything, her breasts seemed to have gotten even larger than when she saw them back in the shower. She leaned over the lab bench with the beakers and, carefully, began to squeeze each of them into the two beakers. She braced herself for the spine-chilling feeling as the honey came out, pouring into the beakers little by little with each squeeze as she got firmer each time, doing her best to maintain control over the situation and avoid spilling anything. She kept going until both beakers were nearly full, yet her breasts barely looked any smaller than they did in the shower -- how much honey could they produce exactly?
As Jennifer cleaned herself up and put the samples away in refrigerated storage, she looked back at the cage where that bee exposed to 3185 had come from. Just what kind of path had that bee set her down?