They decided on Paris, but they all agreed that even with Ty's and Peter's combined powers they would attract less attention and have more fun if they got together some cash first. They rounded up all the cash in the house, it came to just $96.54, and $20.54 was in change.
"You know if we bet that a few times, we could probably win $1000," Peter said.
"Provided we win," said Dustin.
"We'll win. Just what will we bet on?" Ty asked.
Peter announced that he was a pool sharp, and he knew exactly how the other two could help. He reached out and grabbed their hands. Instantly both boys knew he was changing them. They could feel their mass collapsing inward on itself. It wasn't so much painful and uncomfortable. Terribly uncomfortable. Dustin was drawn forward into a fetal position, and his flesh was hardening and fusing together. Ty moaned, it was incredible: his whole world was focusing on his lengthening penis, his body was collapsing and solidifying into a long thin, terribly sensitive rod. Ty was a living solid erection.
In a few minutes, Peter walked to the mirror and displayed a white marbele cue ball in one hand, and a handsome custom cue stick in the other. Dustin gasped realizing the role he was to play in their pool hustle. Ty was still enjoying being a living hard-on too much to consider the consequences of his current form.
In the blink of an eye, Peter materialized in the alcove of the pool hall across from the local college. There was one empty table, and a couple of frat boys in designer duds were just walking through the door. Peter set Dustin on the table, and started to rack up the balls. The three frat boys looked like they belonged to a jock fraternity.
"Using this table, dweeb," the big blonde jock said shucking off his purple frat house jacket.
"Yes, I am," Peter answered, "You want to play?" Peter folded a $10.00 bill and set it on the table.
"No, I meant. We're using this table, dweeb! Though if you want to give me some of your dough, I might consider a game for say $50.00," the jock said smugly.
Peter just counted out $40.00 more and put it on the table.
"Grab me a beer, and a couple for yourselves. This won't take long," he set a $50.00 bill on top of Peter's wager.