"You know I don't think I want to risk you being changed back so easily," Nate said as he jerked another load of cum into the "Jeffstrap." Jeff couldn't even think of saying anything as he was forcibly made cum-drunk by his brother.
"I think the perfect idea would be to change the way you look. You know just as a way to make sure that Mom, figures you're mine if she comes looking."
And as much as Jeff wanted to argue with his brother as he was saying this, he couldn't think straight. Nate was keeping him in a near constant state of drunkenness. That didn't mean that he didn't hear him though, he was hoping beyond belief that their mom would figure out that that jockstrap imposter wasn't really him. Even if the chances were low.
Nate got off his bed and slipped off the soaked jockstrap, holding it between his fingers. He smirked at the sight of the last few loads he had blown in and hadn't fully been soaked in. It should keep Jeff going for a while. Nate walked over to his desk and set the strap down with a wet noise.