Norm's Fuck Hat (mind control, nerd revenge fantasy)

Norm's Fuck Hat

by N.L. Allen

© 2013 N.L. Allen

The following work of fiction is intended for adult audiences only.

Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and all characters are aged 18 or above.

Please do not reproduce illegally. This story is the property of N.L. Allen.

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Norm's Fuck Hat

N.L. Allen

“
Wipe your face, Norm,” Shawnee giggled.

“Huh?”

Norm Meakins looked up from his classmate's cleavage, a thick line of drool running from the corner of his mouth, and blushed. It was hard not to drool – not just because the blonde beauty had the most fantastic rack he'd ever witnessed, but also because his allergies were playing up.

Sniffing, he wiped his face in what he knew was an unattractive move, and glanced to the front of the classroom. Their lecturer was still gone, on a quick run to the repographics room – which was her way of saying
gone for a quick cigarette
.

His eyes flicked back to Shawnee's chest, then to his textbook. They had a lot of work ahead of them, seeing as they'd only been partnered up last week. His previous study partner had to transfer back home, which meant he was stuck with Shawnee.

Brian had helped him make some real progress with his project about the human brain, but he didn't have a massive pair of breasts, so their sessions had been a lot more productive. With Shawnee leaning over to inspect his notes, he found himself staring again at her firm, high chest, her nipples which seemed permanently erect, visible through whichever flimsy t-shirt she wore...

“Norm! You're staring again.”

Mortified, he went back to his books. Why had Professor Simmons picked
her
to work with him?
Probably because t
he science fair was coming soon, and seeing as Shawnee's previous group – all cheerleaders – were still arguing over the colour of their backdrop, it made sense to give her a chance of success. She was failing already, so it looked like it was up to Norm to help her to a pass mark, even a low one.

He'd won three science fairs in a row, so he was confident he could lead them to victory – just as long as he could keep himself focussed. He found himself doodling a pair of breasts amongst his scrawled notes. Panicking, he smacked his palm over his papers, making Shawnee jump. Her entire chest heaved as she moved. Norm began to sweat.

“What's the matter with you today, Norm?”

He put a book on top of his work, getting more and more flustered. “I ah, didn't get much sleep? You know, it's hard. Ah, studying I mean. Studying is hard.”

“Sure, whatever. Just try to concentrate, okay? I need to pass this class, and you're the one to help me do it.”

Her hand brushed his, and he felt giddy. He'd never kissed a girl, much less touched, or even
held
hands with one. In the eighteen years he'd been alive, the only female contact he'd had was when his mother tied his shoelaces. Even when he was in little school, he preferred studying bugs or  electronics instead of playing kiss chase or telling everyone he was married just because he sat next to someone in the sandpit.

Looking up at Shawnee's face, he flashed her a crooked smile. “Sure thing.”

“What're you two getting so cosy about?”

Norm's face dropped. That was the voice of Buck, Shawnee's muscle-headed boyfriend. A jock, naturally, with an intellect as thick as his neck.

“Hi baby,” Shawnee squealed, throwing her arms around him. “We were just looking over some notes. Getting ready for the science fair, y'know?”

“I bet. Let me see that,” Buck said, snatching Norm's notes from under his book faster than he could blink. He had no interest in reading them, to Norm's relief. Instead, he balled them up in one meaty fist and tossed them across the room.

“Fetch!” he instructed, pointing at the wad of paper.

Norm seethed behind his prescription glasses, clenching his fists in a show of frustration. Buck laughed, cocking his head to one side like a curious dog.

“Well? You gonna go, or d'you need me to kick start your ass with my foot?”

Norm visualised a thousand gory deaths for Buck as he walked down the lecture hall steps, sighing huffily as he looked at his ruined notes. At least Buck hadn't seen his boob-doodle, or it might've been him crumpled up in the corner.

He turned back in time to see Buck sweep his books onto the floor, giving him room to lift Shawnee onto the desk. She wrapped her legs around him as he snuffled at her neck like a shark trying to eat a peach. Her skirt rode up, revealing most of her tanned, smooth thighs.

Buck was whispering something in her ear. She squeaked in mock horror, slapping at his biceps.

“I've told you before Buck, I'm not sucking anything!”

Norm's eyes goggled at her frankness, and at the thought of her mouth around Buck's tool – or even his own. Buck probably had a tiny pecker, to match his brain. His was a good size, and Shawnee had a beautiful, pouty mouth...

Buck noticed him watching them. “Enjoying the show, y'little perv?”

“Leave him alone, Buck. He's harmless.” Shawnee gave a smile which could almost have been sympathetic.

“I'll say he is. You gonna help my girl pass this class, right
Norrrrm
?”

“Sure,” he replied quietly.

“
Surrrre,”
Buck whined, aping Norms' nasal tone. “You'd better be sure, book-fucker, or else me and my boys are gonna pound you into taco meat.”

He grinned at Shawnee. “See, 'cause taco meat is in all those small pieces.”

She patted his head. “I get it, babe. But we're not going to pass anything like this.”

Buck looked confused for a moment, before realising what she meant. He placed her back in her seat, leaning close to kiss her again.

Norm was relieved to see Professor Simmons return to the room at that moment. He pointed up at the mess Buck had made of his books.

She looked furious as she yelled up at Buck. “Hey! You're not in this class!”

Buck slid free from Shawnee's grasp, a petulant smile on his face. “I'm on a free period, Prof.” He bounded down the steps, feigning a punch as he reached Norm, making him flinch. “Study break.”

“Well, go study something other than Shawnee, hmm?”

Good advice
, Norm thought as he went back to his desk – though he failed to heed it for the rest of the class.

#

As he walked to the bus stop, Norm realised that Shawnee's lack of understanding for their subject was going to hold them back. How could she not understand something as simple as the hypothalamus? Reacting to stimuli was such an easy concept to demonstrate, yet every time he tried she stared blankly through him. He wasn't a miracle worker.

Her failure seemed as inevitable as his encounter with Buck, who slammed into him as he crossed the quad.

Buck's shark-like grin filled his vision as the jock pulled him clean off his feet. His breath stank of cheap liquor and cigarettes as he spoke. How could Shawnee stand having
that
clamped over her mouth? He wished he could get his breath mints from his bag. He'd have to stuff them up his nose to ward off this rank odour. The thought made him smile. That was a mistake.

“Shawnee told me you were the one got me kicked out. You think that's funny? Teacher's pet, ain'tcha
Norrrm?
”

Norm's anger flared, but he kept his mouth shut. Why would Shawnee do that? He was trying to help her, and she turns her pig-headed boyfriend on him? For what?

“I'm talking to you!” Buck shook him like a dog with a chew toy.

“No,” Norm said.

Buck put him down. “Well then! I guess we're good here my man. On you go.”

Norm straightened himself up, checking the straps on his satchel before seeing the bus pull away from the stop.
Perfect
.

With a sigh, he started to walk past Buck, who stuck out a foot. Norm's bag went flying, as did he, across the grass and into the mud. The impact shook his glasses from his face, and he scrabbled blindly for them as Buck guffawed.

“See,” he said, squatting down so he could talk close to Norm's ear. “You may know science and all that shit, but that's all. You don't know about me, about her, about
anything.
Because you're a worm. Wiggle, worm!”

Before Norm could argue with his reasoning, he felt Buck's size eleven trainer make contact with his ribs, hard enough to bruise, not break anything. He might have kept going if Professor Simmons hadn't seen them, pulling him away and shoving him in the direction of his car.

“Remember, worm!” Buck hollered as he drove away. “You don't know nothing!”

Norm tried to hold his tears back, but they came anyway, streaming over his mud-spattered cheeks as passers-by laughed or jeered. His cheeks were hot with rage. Buck was the one who didn't know anything, the big lug!

Professor Simmons tried to help him up, but he asked her to go away, ashamed of his tears. He knew plenty, more than their stupid brains could comprehend.. Any of them.

On the long walk home, an idea burned its way into his mind. People like Buck and Shawnee were ignorant, uncivilised. But what if he could make them understand? Make them think more like him? What a world that would be – full of deep thinkers, using their heads to solve their problems instead of their fists?

He went straight to his room, ignoring his father who shouted something about dinner as he went. There was no time for food, or the usual banal
how was your day?
talk.

He had a world to change.

#

It had taken all night, but Norm never slept well anyway. His eyes were sore from staring, and his hands ached from working on the intricate electronics, cannibalised from a few of his other inventions, but he was finally done.

Standing back from his desk, he rubbed his gritty eyes and took in his creation. It was quite simple – a few electrodes, which could be placed on the head like a cap. The complex part was the lithium battery-powered central unit, which would periodically stimulate the nerve endings in the brain by sending jolts of electrical energy down through the electrodes, penetrating the wearer's scalp. The power was activated by bluetooth, so he could change the levels using a custom program on his phone.

The only problem was the look of the thing. It looked like a weird, robotic jellyfish. Nobody as fashion-conscious as Shawnee would entertain the thought of wearing it, even if it did mean passing her class.

Norm sighed at the thought. She was so shallow.

And what are you, wanting her to suck you off?

“Shut up,” he told himself. That was different, hormonal. There was no hormone in the human body which made you seek out new shoes on a weekly basis.

His eyelids were heavy, but he didn't want to rest until he'd completed his work. Outside, birds were beginning to chirrup, signalling the start of a new day. He'd have to go down for breakfast in a few hours.

Yawning loudly, he rifled through the contents of his wardrobe. He didn't wear a lot of hats, preferring to stay indoors in the summer, but he did have a couple from a fancy dress party he'd been forced to attend a few years ago. He'd gone as an Italian mafioso, complete with drawn-on pencil mustache, which caused shrieks of laughter from everyone in attendance.

The memory made his face sting, but only for a moment. As he found the costume's hat, he smiled weakly. It was perfect; just the kind of thing he'd seen various trendy types wearing recently.

Fitting the device snugly into the hat's cavity, he set it down and checked his clock. Five A.M. Just enough time for a power nap before breakfast. He activated his alarm just in case, and slumped onto the bed.

#

“Norm! Norm, wake up! You're late, son!”

Groggily, Norm rose from his slumber. His father kept shaking him.

“I'm awake, Dad. Jeez. What time is it?”

“Eleven. You need me to drive you in?”

Hell fire
! He'd missed his study group with Shawnee. Buck would be waiting for him, murder on his mind, unless he managed to find Shawnee beforehand. She might be able to call him off.

Grabbing his experimental hat, he gave his father a quick smile. “Please. Sorry Dad.”

“Hey, no need to worry, I know how hard you work. And they know that at school, too.”

“
College
, Dad.”

“Right, right. Come on then, get your clothes on. I'll get you a cereal bar and you can eat in the car.”