The machine Taylor was strapped to worked in her sleep. As it worked it injected her body with a variety of retroviruses that would transform her into the very thing she had hastily decided upon. It would give her exactly what she wanted, but not in the way she would have expected.
Her body and brain began to mutate and reform as the retroviral compounds worked their bio-chemical magicks. Her form morphed from the top down as a pair of jet black antennae sprouted from the front of her scalp. Her hair grew and grew in length and volume until she had three times as much, and it changed color to have horizontal black and yellow stripes. Her nose shrunk down some as her eyes grew larger and her lips became a fat, pouting donut. In her sleep, her snoring started to resemble the buzzing of a bee as whatever intelligence she had left was replaced with thoughts of skimpy and slutty clothes, wearing sexy makeup, fucking a lot, and being crazy polite despite talking like a stereotypical bimbo.
Her head complete, Taylor’s body began working on her torso as a second pair of arms sprouted from her shoulders. Between her shoulder blades grew two pairs of translucent wings, just like those of a honeybee. Her chest was the primary focus as her breasts began to grow and swell, their insides churning with both breast fat and fresh honey. Golden globules of the stuff dripped from her nipples as her boobs reached their final size, calling to mind ripened watermelons or beach balls. Her belly fat was slimmed down and her waist became waspishly thin as a strange bulge formed at the base of her spine. The bulge broke the skin as a sharp and shiny black stinger emerged, bringing with it a large, fuzzy, spherical tail the size of a yoga ball, decorated with black and yellow bee stripes.
Her legs were the last part of her body to receive treatment as her hips, butt cheeks, and thighs began to swell and fatten with jiggling flesh to match her wobbling breasts. The tendons in her ankles shrunk and weakened, meaning she would be forced to walk on her toes forever. Lastly, just between her anus and her new tail was a special pheromone gland she could use to mind control anyone who breathed them in and become her loyal court, eventually giving them bee-like traits as well.
As the machine shut down, Taylor opened her eyes. The doctors and researchers, ready to make sure nothing wrong happened during the procedure, asked her how she felt.