F4M The Man With The Hat: Lucky, or Cursed?
We are the last of our people. Thousands of years ago, we splintered off from our corrupt elders, lost and consumed in their trivial quarrels and bickering, inefficient cronies the lot of them. We sought out a new world, only fifty or so of us with our leader, a descendant of the Alpha bloodline, in the hopes of finding a new world, a new home, in which we could terraform and mold the inhabitants as part of our great design.
What we lacked in resources we made up for in determination. We found our world, the planet Earth, and saw a golden opportunity. Humanity, a powerful species, so close to our form and yet so far. With a little work, and our technology, we could mold them and grow them into the perfect species. We had our secret weapon, the blackflower, a treasure we had stolen from our elders. It was dismissed as evil, unstable, difficult to control, but we thought different. Despite it's malicious consciousness, we believed we could reverse engineer it into the legendary Godseed, the plant that would reshape the planet into our ancestral homeworld.
We were wrong
Despite our leader landing on the planet, building a civilization and a harem of human women to spread our genetic bloodline through, we were blind to his corruption. The blackflower engulfed him, driving him into a lustful beast, incompetent and cruel, he aged rapidly in his human form and died quickly. Without a leader, our people were thrown into a similar chaos that had plagued our elders. On top of it all, we lost the recipe for our ancient brew, the drink that would awaken the genes inside the humans to turn them into one of us.
Over centuries, without our Godtree, we died off. That left only us few, twelve in total. None of us were of the bloodline, all we had was the blackflower, which had been sealed away for its evil intentions. We had but one hope. As humanity had grown, it industrialized and the mass movement of peoples had spread our seed wide. Perhaps, if we could find a human, and give him the blackflower, he would awaken as one of us. It was risky, we knew that it could backfire like with our own leader.
Fortunately, we had a solution. An ancient ritual we had discovered and deciphered in our intergalatic travels. Transferring the blackflower into a talisman, a host, we could hopefully dilute its power and contain it, siphoning its power into the human host without its influence corrupting it into chaos. We just had to think of how we would do this.
At this time, we were living on the surface, our ship well beyond disrepair. We had landed in the American West, nomads wandering around with our hidden secret, looking for clues. We noticed a trend in human males, they all constantly wore hats, and then one of our leaders had a perfect solution. If we transferred it into a hat, human males wear them constantly, it touched their mind, surely that would be the perfect choice.
On a cold night, in the human year of 1887, we performed the ritual. Taking the blackflower, its roots twisting, its vines curling and driving its thorns into our skin, its sole flower emitting pollen of confusion and spewing lies and malice, we performed the ritual on our item, a black Stetson, and sealed the blackflower in it. Now, we had to find a human host. A perfect human host.
Tombstone, AZ, 1887
Henry Wilkens was an average man. He had arrived in Tombstone a few years ago, a law-abiding man with a sense of justice and disdain for crime, he had worked his way to sheriff of the town in no time, and earned the respect of the town in turn. A well-fit man, large shoulders and strong arms from years of farm labor, he strolled through the town with a big grin, his red beard framing his strong chin, a mop of auburn hair nestled under his white hat, his shirt and vest barely containing his muscles, his dusty boots leaving big footprints in the dirt behind him, for the younger bucks to follow in his footsteps.
“Young man, I hear you are the sheriff of this town.” an elderly voice croaked from the alley between the saloon and the general store. Henry turned, his eyebrow raised. He turned his attention to the old woman, sheathed in a large hooded cloak, a kind smile hidden underneath her long silvery hair. He walked over to her, in his mind wondering why he had never seen her in town before. “That's me ma'am, can I help you with something?” He inquired. The woman smiled.
“You've done such fine work restoring this town, the bandits you captured last week had terrorized my farm for years, and taken the life of my dear husband. For that I have a gift for you,” she reached in her cloak and produced a black Stetson, handing it to him. Henry held up his hands, chuckling. “Thank you kindly ma'am, but I already have a hat, and I prefer white.” He said with a warm smile, tipping his hat to her as if to show her. The woman smiled. “Oh, but this hat is special. It's lucky, ancient Indian magic. You can sense it, can't you? Something calling out to you?” she enticed.
Henry eyed the hat. He did feeling something odd in his gut when he looked at it. “If you won't accept as a gift, how about a trade? I'll take that white hat and sell it, seems the least I can do as a humble peddler.” she played her sympathies to the noble sheriff. His blue eyes widened, his heart swayed. “Well, sure,” he conceded, taking off his hat and handing it to the woman, she passed the black hat to him as he put it on his head. Almost immediately, the glint in his blue eyes changed, something was different in him. He felt different urges, different feelings, something subtle, but he couldn't pinpoint it.
The woman smiled. “I hope that black hat leads you somewhere good, sir.” she croaked.
Three weeks later
“Sh-sheriff! My ass, oh god, you're splitting me in half!” The prostitute moaned, cheeks reddened, as Henry Wilkens slammed his meaty cock into her tight hole, his cock having grown three inches in length, laughing as his black hat shaded his eyes, his muscular body having only grown stronger, bulging muscles, gaining five inches in height as his brute strength shook the bed the whore was kneeled over, threatening to break it.
To her right, another prostitute, legs spread, her toes curling as the sheriff fingered her with his right hand, his thick calloused fingers curling inside her tight pussy, massaging her sweet spot as her long blonde hair tossed around behind her as she wailed in lust, rendered speechless with his expert finger work.
In his left arm, hovering above his shoulders, sat a third whore. Her legs spread, he held her close to his face as his nose buried into her clit, rubbing his bearded face into her sex as his tongue squirmed in her wet pussy, its thickness rivaling some of the smaller cocks the whore had worked with on previous climates. She held him by the head, titling his hat backwards as he growled like the beast he had become, his eyes wild with passion as the woman's whole body shivered from his tongue.
“We've, we lost him,” the elder woman sighed, watching through the window, as all three women climaxed in unison, the power of the blackflower emanating off the man, he grunted as he unloaded jets of his powered seed into the hooker's asshole, overflowing out of her tight hole and running down her legs, mixing with her own juices, the dark powers in the hat having consumed Henry Wilkens as his latest victim.
We watched, as the years rolled by, hoping that the black hat would manifest something out of Henry, some sign that he was awakening to become one of us. Instead, all it did was make him an insatiable beast of lust, seemingly the only power unstopped from the sealing of the Blackflower. Henry did eventually marry, the brave woman who tolerated his constant infidelity, and eventually bore him a son, John. John was a drunk mess of a man, for some reason the powers of lust did not sit with him. He abandoned his wife and only child, a son, Henry, named after his grandfather. Luckily, he left his hat behind, and soon Henry was the owner.
Henry took to the hat well. While gained the transformation powers of the black hat, it brought him great wealth. He used its powers well, making every woman he bedded scream in pleasure as long as he wore it, unfortunately in these modern times his wife was not kind to his infidelity and divorced him. He sired three children, two sons, Henry Jr. and Matt, and a daughter, Eve. As the boys grew into men, we patiently watched and waited. Henry showed some signs of transforming into one of us, but he was aging, and the clock was ticking. Was Henry our candidate, or one of his sons? We watched from the shadows, hoping, one day, that something would happen, a sign.
Present Day
The summer sun hung high in the crystal clear sky, blazing rays fired down from the powerful star and nearly fried the landscape, hills of sandy dirt sprinkled with dry brush, for miles nothing but a straight dirt road and the large black truck that drove on it. Inside the cab, an eager young man drove while an out-of-place young woman sat in the passenger seat. She wore a black tank-top, a logo of a popular brand of whiskey decorating it. The tank-top somehow hung loose around her small abdomen, yet clung to her large chest, her black bra a size too small, her breasts seemed like they would pop out any minute.
“How much farther is it? I don't see anything out here,” the woman asked, taking a drag of her cigarette, staining the filter with her red lipstick, she exhaled out the open window. “Not too much farther, sweetheart,” the young man chirped back, full of energy. He had a lean build, tall, his plain white shirt clung close to his torso, the small, yet defined muscles of his chest were well advertised by the shirt. His large boot pressed down on the gas as they reached closer to their destination, eager to get there.
“You know, Matt,” the woman turned, pushing up the aviators on her face, they combed back stray locks of her sandy brunette hair. “I'm a little nervous to meet your family. I mean, you could've told me how loaded they were before I packed for my trip.” she looked at him with an annoyed face. Matt chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head, tilting up the white Stetson on his head. “Sorry babe, I just, well, I know a lot of girls at school who would just string me along just to try to get some cash. I don't like to advertise it, unlike my ass brother, Henry Jr.” he confessed, his tone growing more resentful, perhaps, envious as he spoke of his older brother.
“He can't be that bad, if he's related to you that is.” She said with a hopeful smile. He scoffed, “He's nothing compared to my sister. She's a spoiled brat” He whined. Jodi frowned, now that they were getting closer to the stately ranch his father owned, Matt was acting differently. Maybe it was old wounds coming out, hopefully there wouldn't be too much drama.
“Well, your dad seemed nice that time he picked you up at the airport,” Jodi offered as a consolation. Matt shrugged, “Yeah, he's cool. He has quite the personality though, and he's very friendly, so don't, like, feel weird if he touches you.” he explained, awkwardly. “Touches me?” Jodi's devilish mind jumped to a unique conclusion. Matt seemed to read it. “No, not like, well, it's just that he's an old school Texas guy, so he, like, will wrap his arm around your shoulder, or stuff like that. Maybe a playful pat on the butt or something. But it's nothing sexual that's just how he is. I just want to warn you, I know city girls don't really take to that.” Matt attempted to do some preemptive damage control.
Jodi laughed, “Well, I'm all for whatever, but he's not touching my ass.” she laughed, “Unless he wants a red hand print on his face.” she threatened. Matt sighed. “You sound like my mom,” he said with a gloomy tone. “She's going to be there?” Jodi asked with a raised eyebrow. Matt looked away, “Yeah, she promised she'd make an appearance, she probably won't stay a full night, but she'll show up at least one day over the week.” he wistfully replied. “Well, it's nice she's putting her beef with your dad aside to show up for the family event.” Jodi responded. Matt shrugged, silently. Jodi sighed, flicking the ash off her cigarette as she looked out the window. She tried not to be resentful of him, complaining about his family, when she never had one herself. In and out of foster care her whole life, she didn't even know her parents, or family, and here he was complaining about his. She eyed the telephone poles as they whizzed by as they drove.
As they passed over a small hill, the house came into view. It was a huge mansion, the land well irrigated, fields of corn surrounded the estate, as well as some cabins and fields of horses and cows. “Holy shit!” Jodi exclaimed. It was an oasis in the barren desolates of nothingness they spent the past 2 hours driving in. “Yeah, my dad likes to play cowboy here, when he's not in LA. He has a whole ranch here, it's a side business. He gives tours and everything, there's even a dairy here too.” Matt explained, he carried an odd tone when talking about his family. “Do they have ice cream?” Jodi asked. Matt nodded, “Sure do!” he said with a grin. Jodi flicked her cigarette out the window, “Well, sounds like this is going to be a fun vacation!” She pulled out her flask and took a swig of her whiskey. “Do you really think you should be drinking?” Matt said with a worried tone. Jodi laughed, “Hey, you said there's a barbecue tonight! It's a pregame, that's all! Don't be such a nerd,” she teased. “Hey, computer science is not just for nerds!” He replied, “I can be just as rugged and sexy as any other cowboy out here,” he added, a hint of insecurity in his voice. “Well, here we are.” Matt said with a sigh, as they pulled up to the ranch entrance, driving in past the gate and parking up in front of the ranch house. As Matt parked the truck, two men came out from the ranch house to greet them. Jodi's eyes trailed them up and down, judging by the resemblance, she guessed they were Matt's brother and father. Something caught her eye though, one of them wore an old black hat, it was, interesting to her.
TL;DR: An ancient relic from a mysterious race of aliens falls into human hands, a black hat blessed (or cursed) with the ability to give strength, stamina, and sexual powers to whoever wears it. It is passed down through generations of one family, currently in possession of Henry Wilkens, successful business man who has a bit of trouble keeping it in his pants. Will he keep the hat for himself, or will one of his sons become the bearer? This is a different take from one of my other prompts, my idea is that one of the three men has the hat and the power slowly corrupts them, either from years of Henry owning it finally catching up to him, perhaps the presence of Jodi awakens something in him (we don't know Jodi's family, maybe she secretly is a descendant of these aliens?) or one of his sons gains it, and the power overwhelms them. My idea is that none of the men know exactly what it is about the hat, calling it lucky, that gives them this power.
I have a ton of different ideas on where this story could go, and would love to hear suggestions on your end as well. This could be a sort of cuckolding/cheating prompt, where Matt clearly doesn't hold a candle to his brother and father, either his brother obtaining the hat and harnessing its true power, or maybe the old man works some more of his (literal) magic to seduce his son's girlfriend. Or perhaps, Matt obtains the hat, and gains the power he has always craved in order to secure his girlfriend's fidelity, the two discovering who they really are?
Obviously this story is pretty sci-fi/fantasy based, so kinks like transformation and size play are abound, as well as huge cocks, huge cum loads, muscle growth, and libido increase. I also imagine Jodi's body will transform as well, her body becoming more curvaceous and feminine, with her and the lucky man transforming even more as their relationship progresses, into their true alien form! I have some more taboo ideas for this prompt as well if you are interested in those.
Ideally I'm looking for something long-term, with a slow build-up of tension and foreplay/flirting, as Jodi is swayed by the power of the hat. If we do go the cheating route, she isn't going to just cheat on Matt immediately, and if we do go with Matt, I like the idea of Matt's libido taking over, leading them to sneaking around a lot, having spontaneous sex, further pushing them into depravity.
PM me some ideas you have, what characters you'd like to play, ideally I'd like you to play all three with one of them as the “chosen one” (or more than one, I have some ideas for that too). I would be controlling the sister Eve as well, and the mother if she comes into the picture. I play on Reddit PM only, chats will be ignored.
Posted May 4, 2022, 1:51 AM UTC