"I still have some homework to do before dinner, so Jeffclone, take these baggies, this roster, and this matking pen. Put one Jeffstrap in each baggie, print the name from the roster on the baggie, and after dinner we will deliver them, and Jeffy can bond with all the players and all the players can bond with each other through him. After all the baggies ate packed up, you can finish dressing and come down to dinner. By then ypu should have all if not most of Jeff's memories."
Nate stood up and snapped the waistband of his Jeffstrap. He added, "and keep your fingers off the Chronivac. I don't want you editing Jeff or yourself, understand?"
"Yes, Master Nate," Jeffclone answered, as he slowly folded one jockstrap and put it in a baggie, and carefully printed "Bradley Addams" on the baggie.
Nate shook his head smugly, and left.
As soon as the bedroom door closed, Jeffclone took the baggies and rapidly transcribed the names from the roster on each baggie. Since the jeffstraps were one size fits all, he quickly stuffed each baggie with a name on it. There were 7 jeffstraps left. Jeffclone put one on, and then dressed. He still had 10 minutes before dinner. He put a pencil in his mouth, and sat at Jeff's computer.
Subject One was Jeffstraps now.
Subject Two was Jeffclone.
He pushed the scan button with the eraser end of the pencil.
Subject Three FOUND
Nathaniel...
Jeffclone grinned with the pencil between his teeth. He was keeping his fingers off the Chronivac. He was aware that Nate had trouble understanding Jeffstrap's verbalizations. Now he would be totally deaf beyond feelings, and the thoughts of his teammates if directed at him. Henpeck typing was tedious, but before his time was up, Jeffclone tripled Nate's sperm production and testosterone levels. He also increased his Body Odor and sweat gland production. Nate's athleticism took a leap, and his academics took a hit, as Jeffclone made adjustments.
Jeff was shrieking at Nate and at the Jeffclone. Nate remained oblivious thanks to Jeffclone's adjustments. He was already slacking on his homework and jerking off another load into Jeffstrap.
Jeffclone laughed, and popped a boner at Jeffstrap's trying to control him. Because he was Jeff now, he could hear every thought the jeffstrap had. He intended to stay Jeff forever, which meant strapboy had to remain a jockstrap forever. Jeffstrap was freaking, he could hear Nate's and Jeffclone's thoughts clearly, and they were both conspiring to make him a jockstrap for months, if not forever. Soon he would be channeling 40 minds or more. He would be only Jeffstrap. The gay clone that Nate made would be the only Jeff.
Two minutes until dinner. Tap, tap, tap, tap, the pencil danced across the keyboard. Nate found the longer he wore the jeffstrap, the better he felt. He felt, happy, secure, closer than ever to his big bro.
Jeffclone smiled. Per the tutorial, as soon as someone put on their new Jeffstrap, they would autopopulate as a new subject on the Chronivac. The Jeffstrap they wore would link via wifi to the Chronivac and act as a relay permitting Jeffclone to bind the wearer to their straps permanently.
Eventually, he would convince Nate the Jock that he had better things to do than type on the Chronivac, and he could trust Slave Jeffclone to use it. Jeffclone giggled, he couldn't go down to dinner with a boner, do he jerked off into his Jeffstrap.
He laughed heartily as he heard the gagged muffled mutterings if the original Jeff. Good thing the jeffstraps were superabsorbent, no wet spot on his jeans. A ping from the Chronivac alerted him that Nate was leaving his room. Jeffclone hurriedly loaded the baggies into Jeff's gym bag, just as Nate looked in.
"Just finished, sir. We have a few extras."
"Good, Jeff. Come to dinner."
"Boys. Dinnertime!" shouted Jeff and Nate's mother.
Now came the big test, would mother recognize that Jeffclone was not really her son Jeff, but a pair of his animated underwear?