Jeff sat in the linty pocket waiting. He had never gone this long without being stuffed with tobacco leaves and smoked. Hours dragged on. Jeff started to panic. What if he changed back now, while inside the pocket?
At last a hand reached in and grabbed him. It was college boy! He had stolen Jeff from his owner slave. The poor man must be going crazy without Jeff.
"Well, without this pipe maybe my father will quit smoking pipes. Damn, smoking tobacco is a disgusting habit," college boy said taking a swig from his can of Foster's. There are a few partially crushed cans on the desk next to a glass bong. College boy shoves Jeff between the bong and the computer monitor. The bong and two empty cans go crashing to the floor.
"Damn, I was going to smoke that! Maybe they'll take dad's pipe as a trade in? Prolly, should upgrade while I'm at it," college boy yawned. Stumbled backwards and passed out on the floor next to the bed.
Jeff was furious and frightened. The 12th hour had come. The room started to fade away. He felt strangely heavy all over. Limbs hung from his body like deadweight. He was in a darkened room staring at a computer screen. It was his room. He was human, he thought. His cock hung limp and useless between his legs. It craved lips to swallow it. He stood there cold and naked staring at the glowing monitor. But he was immobile. The screen read 12 hour nonuse reset. His life as a pipe was over. How long had he been a pipe? Days? Weeks? Months? Longer?
Why couldnt he move? The Chronivac timer was counting down like it had when he became the pipe. He felt his naked body shrinking and reshaping. No!
His room had faded away. He was back in college boy's bedroom on the desk. But he felt different. He was bigger. The drunken student snored.
The sun had been streaming through his window for hours when the drunken college boy yawned and sat up with his head between his knees.
"Ooh, my head. Weed will help clear it," he muttered. Then he sat bolt upright, "Damn, I broke my bong. Maybe I can put the grass in the pipe...wait, where'd that come from? I must've traded the pipe for it? Must've really been blotto, I don't remember trading it. Hm, let's see water and hashish, then a hit on my new hookah!"
Jeff was now a hookah pipe.
Fifteen minutes later water filled Jeff's belly, and burning hash was in his mouth. His new owner raised Jeff's penis to his lips. The smoke percolated through the water, as the new owner slave inhaled. A thick white cloud filled the room as he exhaled.