Across town the real Chad Walker had just finished his workout, and was headed to his car. A wave of weakness
swept over him, and he caught himself by leaning against a pickup truck in the parking lot. The vehicle's
alarm sounded making him jump. He decided he must be hungry, or maybe he was coming down with something. His
mouth felt suddenly dry and cottony.
He got into his car and started to drive to Subway for a foot long, but instead he turned into the
Wienerschnitzel. He had a sudden craving for hot dogs. He bought a family pack and drove a few blocks down a
residential street to park and eat. He parked under a weeping willow across the street from Jeff's house.
Chad extracted one of his plain hot dogs from its bun and started sucking it at the same time his doppelganger
was sucking Jeff's cock. In-out, in-out, in-out. Chad finally took a bite and shook his head. What was wrong
with him. He didn't normally play with his food. Chad heard a muffled yelp from the direction of Jeff's
closed window.
"Yeow! No teeth!" growled Jeff swatting his living jockstrap's head.
"Sorry. No teeth."
In his car Chad swallowed the next four hot dogs whole. His stomach rumbled uncomfortably. He got out of the
car and walked towards Jeff's front door. He didn't know why, he wasn't thinking, he just walked and clutched
his gut. He rang the doorbell.
Jeff blew his load.
Chad's mouth was no longer dry and cottony. It was filled with some sort of mucous- a salty mucous. Jeff
pulled on some grey cotton shorts and ran downstairs to answer the door. He was still hard with a wet spot at
the top of his tented shorts when he opened the door.
"Chad?" Jeff exclaimed in surprise, "Uh, what are you doing here?"
Chad's eyes never broke contact with the wet spot on Jeff's crotch as he pushed his way into Jeff's house.
"I don't know. I just had to be here."
"Damn, Jeff, you really should've read the manual. Particularly the section about how the Chronivac balances
the universe. I'm Chad now, so naturally...," Chad's doppelganger winked and nodded.
Jeff blinked and looked from jockstrap Chad to the real Chad, and back again.
"You cloned me?" Chad asked uncertainly.
"Oh," Jeff said as realization hit. Ignoring the real Chad, he answered his animated Jockstrap, "I gotcha.
Balance. There can only be one Chad Walker, and since you're him now, Chad's becoming my jockstrap, right?"
"Your jockstrap?" Chad asked with anger, fear, and curiosity in his voice.