So it was that Jim took Rick's phone call with great surprise. He'd driven straight over to Rick's, as it was Saturday morning, and his knuckles had barely left Rick's front door when it flew open.
"Jim! You've got to see this!" Rick swept Jim into the smelly mess that was his house. It appeared Rick had subsisted on pizza, Chinese food, and dust for the last five years, as that was all Jim could see of his home.
"I finally finished it, and tested it on Wednesday." Rick raced ahead, leading Jim down a hallway. The air smelled of ozone and crackled with electricity.
"Finished what, buddy?" Jim asked.
"You'll see... you'll see. Come on. It was a little flaky at first; too sensitive... but I got it calibrated and now it works like a dream." Rick laughed at his own pun, though Jim wasn't in on the joke yet.
They stepped into a bedroom almost completely filled with machinery -- both arcane and mundane. Old television aerials sat wired up to what looked like nuclear reactors; balls of aluminum foil soldered to things Jim was pretty sure only the military was supposed to have.
"What does it all do?" Jim asked, his inner techno-geek emerging from the shadows of his half-forgotten adolescence.
"It makes-" Rick started to explain then was interrupted by a voice from outside.
"Rick! Ri-ick! Are you in there? Come out here and help me, I need to pee!" The voice was feminine, familiar, and accompanied by splashing in the swimming pool Rick's parents had put in many years before dying and leaving the place to Rick.
Jim looked out the window and stared in stupefaction. "Is that-?"
There was no mistaking her: the blond hair, corn flower blue eyes, athletic physique, slightly upturned nose -- Robin Foster! But the tits! Robin had always been proud of, and Jim tortured by, her magnificent D-cup breasts. Somehow they had scaled up perfectly to more like quadruple-D while retaining their shape, firmness, profile, everything. And why could he see them at all? Why was Robin Foster leaning on the side of Rick's pool completely topless and soaking wet? And why did she have a tail?
Robin's sleek hips and luscious ass tapered smoothly into a slick, iridescent green fish tail that ended in a broad, flat fin which was currently threshing the pool water impatiently, boosting her upper body out of the water onto the concrete deck.
Rick stepped through a sliding glass door into the back yard. "That was the first run. I imagined it -- just for a fleeting moment -- our old school obsession Robin Foster a huge-breasted mermaid stuck in my pool, and BAM! There she was."
Jim stumbled along behind, still trying to process the sight. He'd never had the chutzpah to even imagine Robin's boobs any bigger than they already were -- leave it to Rick to improve on perfection!
"She's been here since Wednesday. The bummer is, I hafta carry her to the toilet now, cause she won't pee in the pool." Rick explained over his shoulder as they approached the impatient mermaid.
"Well, you can't blame her. Not everybody is cool with living in their own waste." Jim nervously avoided Robin's gaze, fixing his eyes on the pool deck at his feet.
"Is that Jim McNutt?" Robin asked, neither with anger nor friendship -- mostly surprise. "What's he doing here?"
"Uh, hi Robin." Jim stammered. "You remember me."
Robin held up her arms for the two men to lift her out of the pool. For the first time Jim noticed the green Porta-Potty standing near the pool. "Sure I remember. Now if you'd both be so kind..."
Rick took the tail, leaving Jim carrying Robin by the shoulders.
"They don't look very streamlined." Was all he could think of to say.
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