Jim Pigittin

Muscle Suit Monday 💪 Nothing like starting the week sealed in a new body. Bulked up, layered with the mask and chain until the man in the mirror isn’t you anymore. Stronger, bigger, real enough to forget what’s underneath. Mondays never looked this good.

Happy October 1st 🎃🍂 Alec’s fall look: Realflesh Male Model with flawless AMS hairpunching. Cooler air makes wearing him even easier—layers hide the seams, October hides the lie. The real question… want to see Alec unmask—and imagine slipping him on?

Hunter’s not just a mask—it’s a passport. Slip it on, smooth down the seams, and suddenly you’re out in the world with a whole new identity. The jawline, the smirk, the way the shirt fits—none of it yours, but all of it real enough. he thrill isn’t just in hiding—it’s becoming.

Slip on the silicone and watch yourself disappear. The mask seals tight, the gloves lock it in, and suddenly you’re not you anymore. You’re this guy—heavy stance, expensive watch, city lights bowing down to him. The face is fake, but the power it gives? That’s the real addiction.

What a night—five masked faces together in Vegas, and every moment was a blast. Being in that room was something special. Next time this happens, do you want in? The real question is… which face would you choose to wear?

Anyone want to give Colton a try?

Michael steps out in full western style—cowboy boots, rugged presence, and the Realflesh Soldier mask, finished with AMS hairpunching. There’s a certain thrill in imagining yourself sliding into this mask and outfit, taking on the swagger that comes with it.

One last look in the mirror, then fingers under the edge, and just like that—his face starts to come off. It’s always a trip feeling the skin peel away, going from someone else… back to me.

He doesn’t dress like this. Doesn’t walk like this. But once “The Man” mask from Realflesh went on, Ryan showed up. Racing shirt, dog tags, back alley attitude—none of it his, but it fits like it was. The mask didn’t just change his face. It changed him.

We swapped faces. Alec, Colton, even Asden’s mask—none of us wore what we came in with. Just pulled them on, suited up, and let it happen. Watching your own face from across the bed while you move in someone else’s skin? Yeah… it messes with your head—in the best way.

We swapped faces. Alec, Colton, even Asden’s mask—none of us wore what we came in with. Just pulled them on, suited up, and let it happen. Watching your own face from across the bed while you move in someone else’s skin? Yeah… it messes with your head—in the best way.

Hunter’s out enjoying the sunshine—shorts riding up, shirt loud enough to distract from what’s really going on here. No one out here knows it’s not him. They don’t feel the heat building under the suit, or the way the mask clings after hours of wear.

The mask goes on. The clothes follow. By the time Alec steps out, it’s not just a look—it’s a full transformation. The Male Model mask by Realflesh Masks, hair by AMS Hairpunching. He doesn’t pass. He becomes.

#AlecMask #TransformationKink #SecondSkin #RealfleshMasks

Michael walked in like he owned the place.
Colton didn’t even bother pretending to play it cool. One look, and they were on each other—beards locking and masks heating up.

When Michael stepped through that door, it was game on.

#SiliconeLust #TransformationKink #KinkInDisguise

Colton’s still got his shoes on. Michael’s clenching that arm like he’s begging for more. Fully clothed, fully masked, and fully about to forget the couch was ever for sitting.
#ColtonAndMichael #Realflesh #MaskedHeat #FullyClothedFilth #TransformationPlay

Slid into Michael—Realflesh’s Soldier mask—and let him take over. Denim shirt open, tank tight, boots with a heel making me taller, cockier. Cowboy hat said daddy. Baseball cap said farmhand slut. Took him out to the bar. No one knew. That’s the thrill.

Alec showed up in a cut-off, camo pants, and that tight red-haired mask—smirking like he’s always been this guy. Flexing, sweating, teasing. You wanna tug the edge, see who’s underneath.
But Alec’s not giving it up that easy. 😈

40 floors up, Ryan sat masked and flawless—coffee in hand, city at his feet. He patted the seat beside him, that silicone face daring you to come closer. To feel it. To sit down.
To see who’s hiding under it. 😈

Too hot for a hoodie, but that just made it better. Sweat soaked the mask, the clothes—Colton looked real, felt real, and no one at the market had a clue. Just another guy in streetwear… or so they thought. This is the Hero mask from Real Flesh Masks. Ready to disappear?

Part 2 is where they became Alec and Hunter. The masks stayed tight, the photos got dirtier, and the roles took over. But even buried in their new faces, they started craving something real.
Part 3? The masks come off—and nothing’s held back. 😈

Sliding on the mask, you disappear—become the felon in the jumpsuit or the clean-cut cop on duty. The gear’s tight, the heat’s real. The cop came for a check… but his hands had other plans. Clothes stayed on, but they weren’t acting. Not anymore.

Skinny jeans, baggy jerseys—wasn’t their style. But once the Alec and Colton masks sealed on, the guys inside vanished. Just sweaty hosts trapped in streetwear skins, swaggering like they were born for it. The masks owned them—and they didn’t want out.

Swapped everything—uniforms, underwear, even masks. His briefs on me, my scent on him. Full gear, soaked in sweat, breathing through each other’s heat. Two cops, one fantasy. Trapped in each other. You don’t just wish you were there—you wish you were us.

How about a unmasking for your Monday?

Damn... All I can say is Damn... He looks amazing in this gear...

If a picture is worth a thousand words, how many is this worth?

Michael took over a new host, and watching him transform was such a turn-on. The uniform fit him perfectly, and he looked like a whole new man. By the time he caught the thug, he was drenched in sweat—powerful, exhausted, and insanely hot.

Today Michael was invited to a rodeo event. I still was amazed at how good it felt to be him. The heads that turned and the looks I got was awesome!!

Took Colton out in full streetwear—baggy pants, oversized tee, tight sneakers. Not my usual look, but slipping into him, sweating it out under the mask, and feeling him take over? Worth every ache. No clue how people wear this streetwear stuff all day.

Love Michael In His Western Wear! Who Wants To Try It Out?