Mike tried to make a run for it, but was suddenly tackled by Randi. She may have forgotten that she was a football player, but she was still capable of moving like one. He turned around and looked up, his face mostly obstructed by some of the biggest tits he had ever seen, in person. It horrified him to know that those breasts (those incredibly sexy breasts) belonged to his former friend Randy Goodman ... and that with no trouble at all, the same thing could happen to him as well.
"Good," Jerry said, walking over to them. "Now, get him into the house, girls."
The three bimbos giggled, then lifted and hauled Mike into the house. Now, Mike was a big guy, hence the nickname "Moose", so all three bimbos had to take him into the house. And with him struggling the whole way, it was no easy task.
But eventually, they did get him in there.
Jerry set out a dining room chair in the middle of his living room, then had the bimbos hold the boy down in it, while he tied Mike's hands and feet together to the chair.
"Good work, girls," Jerry said.
The three bimbos stood to the side of the room, thrusting their breasts out and looking proud of themselves.
"Lisa, why don't you take Steph and Randi to the bedroom? Once there, you should all put something on from the closet. But make sure it's something really sexy. Oh, and also make sure that you're all wearing high heels. Five inch or taller."
"Okay, Jerry," Lisa said, smiling. "Come on, girls. I already looked through Jerry's closet. There's some super sexy outfits in there."
Steph and Randi clapped and giggled. They loved wearing sexy outfits.
And soon, Mike and Jerry were alone.
"Don't look so glum," Jerry said. "You have the honor of taking part in my experiment. Using the pool is nice. But the problem with that is that you need to lure people to one location." He walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, taking something out. As he did, Mike tried to struggle out of his bindings, but it was no use. As strong as he was, he still couldn't get out of there.
"A bit feisty, huh?" Jerry asked, walking back into the living room, holding what appeared to be a water bottle in his hand. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you would want to escape. I am holding you here against your will. But it's absolutely necessary that I test my chemical. I mean, you don't expect me to try it on myself, do you?" He held out the water bottle. "I need to know how long it will take to change someone into a bimbo through consumption. So, I mixed it with the water in this bottle."
Mike looked at the bottle. "There's nothing in there but water."
"Oh, well that's the beauty of this chemical. When it mixes with water, you can't see it." He paused. "Anyway, consumption is the best and easiest method I think of to change people. All I would need to do is drop my chemical into anyone's water, or water-based drink. I was even thinking about dumping my chemical into the city's water supply."
Mike's eyes went wide, realizing the ramifications of that act. Almost everyone in town would become a bimbo in no time at all. The idea obviously horrified him.
It didn't horrify Jerry, though, who had an amused smile on his face.
"But that would take a lot of manpower to pull off. Or should I say bimbopower. Yeah, I'm going to turn as many people as I can into bimbos, here at the house. Then I'm going to take all of them with me to the water supply facility. And they're going to help me turn the town into bimbos. You're going to help me turn them all into bimbos."
"No way, man. I'm not helping you do anything," Mike said, struggling to get out of his bindings again, but having no luck.
"You don't have a choice," Jerry said, opening the water bottle.
"Don't do this!" Mike yelled. One last attempt to stop this crazy guy. But he had a feeling that he wasn't getting out of this, no matter how much he plead for his life.
Meanwhile, in Jerry's bedroom, the bimbos were happily dressing up in the super sexy outfits they found in the closet.
