Fantasies of Normal

by Swashbuckler

Caution: This Mind Control Story contains strong sexual content, including NonConsensual, Mind Control, Heterosexual, Science Fiction, Superhero, .

Desc: Mind Control Story: In a world were powers are defined by belief, a man's definition of "normal" could get a bit skewed.

Dick Knowles and Johnny Insight were doing their monthly "Are You a Superhero?" show when, suddenly, Dicks face went white and he ran from the stage. The cameraman covering the show swiveled to catch Dick's fleeing form then turned back to catch another man stepping onto the opposite side of the stage.

The man was tall and thin with a charcoal grey suit, a starched white shirt and a thin black tie. His hair was short and glossy with some type of hair gel. In his hands he carried a grey fedora. A second man in a FBI windbreaker rushed past the man in the suit after Dick.

"It's not good to run away from the FBI," the man in the suit said as he walked casually up to Johnny. At the same time Bill, their stage manager approached the table to see why one of his stars was running out the door with the FBI fast on his heels. "It creates a bad impression."

"Sorry sir," both men said in chorus with crestfallen looks on their faces.

"That's all right boys," the man in the suit replied casually. "I'm Agent Joseph Normal."

Both men's faces brightened at the agent's forgiveness and said, again in chorus, "How can we help you, sir?"

"I'm here in town on another case," the agent said, "and thought I would stop by and see your show. I'm really surprised the form you use for your 'future readings' does not mention that this show is for entertainment. You could be accused of running some type of scam by getting people's hopes up like that."

"But I really can predict the future," Johnny replied indignantly, sounding to his own ears a bit like a teenager denying having his hand in the cookie jar.

"You can?" Agent Normal said with a smirk. "Show me."

Johnny focused his attention on Agent Normal, willing his power to work ... and nothing happened. He didn't feel surprise at his failing power, but shame as if he had been doing something wrong and had finally gotten caught.

The agent chuckled and left the stage after his missing partner. A chorus of people asking for their money back followed him off the stage.

Thirteen hours earlier...

The alarm clock rang at 5:30 a.m. and Jo Normal's wife immediately slipped out from between the flannel sheets to shut it off and begin her day. Glancing back at her husband, she sighed with soft adoration. Last night's lovemaking had been ten seconds of intense mind-blowing pleasure, and she had almost given in to the luxury of the moment and fallen asleep beside her dozing husband instead of quietly slipping out of bed and ironing his suit for the next day.

She closed the bathroom door softly and made up her hair in the elaborate style her husband liked, put on her foundation and eye makeup, pearls, and a gingham sundress that she had also laid out the night before. Then she snuck back through the bedroom and started breakfast.

When Agent Normal woke, it was to the smell of bacon, eggs, pancakes, and oatmeal and the feel of his wife's lips around his dick. He said "Thank you dear," as he came, sighed softly as she walked away, then sat up and polished his shoes to a mirror shine.

Once he was moving more than his dick and starting on his day, Mrs. Normal slipped on the white three inch heels that were waiting in the closet, applied some lipstick and percolated some coffee. When Jo arrived, fully dressed in the kitchen, she had a cup of coffee ready to hand to him.

Jo looked down at the plates laid before him, sipped his coffee, said mildly, "You forgot the orange juice," then stepped outside to grab the morning paper.

Mrs. Normal gasped, grabbed a small juice glass out of the cabinet and rushed to the refrigerator. The glass of orange juice was in its assigned place by the time Agent Normal sat back down with his paper. He opened the paper and began to read as he ate, and Mrs. Normal put on rubber gloves and started washing the pots to a sparkle before placing them in the dishwasher.

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