Jeff grunted in dejection and to his surprise, a sound came out... Jeff immediately pounced on the opportunity, "Look man, I fixed the 'harm' I did by replacing the pipe you would have gotten if I hadn't shown up. I'm expecting you'll be releasing me now, turning me back into a 16 year old, and sending me back to my family." Jeff felt fidgety and absentmindedly grabbed a pack of cigarettes, lighting one up without realizing. The old man 'set Jeff back' to being 'just' a lowly cigarette smoker, depriving him of the prestige of being a pipe smoker or even a cigar smoker. Not that Jeff held the same biases.
"No Jeff, you intruded into my life and I'm going to make sure you learn your lessons before I unleash you back into the world." the man smiled as Jeff lit up.
"My 'intrusion' was so minor, so inconsequential, that a single trip to town, spending money you already intended to spend, rectified it. How do you justify removing my autonomy? How do you justify sexually objectifying me?" Jeff's emotions were all over the place and much to his intense dismay, he was becoming erect.
"Oh? You think you make a sexy man?" The bear grinned devilishly. "You like bein a sexy man? You want to go off and impregnate the world?" he chuckled harshly, "I see the testosterone has finally sunk in. Standing up for yourself is a very manly thing to do. Good boy."
At the command word Jeff bucked his hips and pounded away at the air with a ferocity unseen, he was already aroused making the command word work less to get him there and work more at keeping him there. In the throughs of conquest Jeff took a deep drag from his cigarette, the nicotine and the dry orgasm mixing in his brain giving Jeff just a few seconds of bliss before reality came crashing back down around him.
Jeff found himself kneeling on the floor, leaning back and gently rocking his hips back and forth with the cigarette hanging from his lips as his hands were caressing his abs and torso. "That's not the point." though Jeff was having a hard time remembering what the point was as he got up, walked to the ash tray, and ashed his cigarette as though he'd been doing it for years. "I never wanted any of this, I was 16, I got a computer program, and thought being a pipe would be an interesting experience. Yes, I felt rebellious being so close to something that was illegal for me. But I wasn't asking for you to smoke so much I couldn't turn back, and I wasn't asking for you to turn me into a muscley action hero you get to parade naked around your house! Fuck!" Jeff stamped out his cigarette and stormed onto the porch lighting up another, replaying the conversation in his head.
The old man smiled and stroked his beard, "I'm gonna hafta drag that boy into manhood kicking and screaming, ain't I?" he pondered to himself. A moment later an idea struck and he slunk into his bedroom chuckling to himself as Jeff paced outside naked and chainsmoking.
20 minutes later the man went to the porch and Jeff halted staring apprehensively. "Now Jeff, I hear you. I've been using that machine of yours to turn you into the man I want you to be, and maybe, just maybe, you wanna be a different man. You haven't had a chance to define yourself so you're feeling persnickety and defiant. So here's what's going to happen, I'm going to say a phrase, and you're going to go into town and sow your wild oats. Each time you do, you're gonna become more of the man you want to become a little at a time, and you'll come back here after three days. Now, Gear up."
Jeff wanted to respond but found himself walking to the driveway. This wasn't what he wanted. Was it? He wanted control over himself and this is it. Jeff's body reverted to a lean 21 year old version of his normal form, his muscle melted away, his genitals shrunk back to average, his voice was higher, and he was no longer a nicotine addict. Not that Jeff could tell what exactly was happening, he was watching as his body was growing clothes and a car was building itself from his shins. Within a few minutes a nondescript black car had enveloped Jeff.
Before he even realized the transformation was complete, Jeff had started the vehicle and was headed back to town, this time autopilot was taking him to a bar.
The old man watched and smiled as the boy drove off. What he didn't say was that Jeff will know when someone is willing to do sexual acts with him, and exactly what they want him to do to them and vice versa. When this happens Jeff will feel deeply compelled to make the offer and follow through on it. "That oughta suck the spunk right outta him." the man chuckled as he went back to his house.