One of the reasons I’m into male disguise and masking transformation is because I realized I have a male face fetish. I know that sounds weird, but I only just figured it out. I’m genuinely attracted to male faces. If I wasn’t, I probably wouldn’t be this deep into it, right? Like, I wouldn’t be saving photos, taking creepshots of guys I like, and generating masks of them with AI. I know a lot of people who are into masking get aroused by the tightness, the leathery or silicone sensations, that kind of thing. I respect that completely, but that’s not what does it for me personally. And yeah, I just find the whole thing interesting. Some people who don’t get it might assume I have body dysmorphia or that I secretly hate how I look. That’s not true at all. I look fine. I look okay. There’s nothing about my appearance that I actually want to change. It’s just the thrill and excitement of wearing different faces that makes me happy, you know? It’s also not some depersonalization issue either. I’m genuinely into this for its own sake. There’s no self-hate, no body dysmorphia, no deep psychological problem underneath it. The only ‘psychological issue’ I have is wishing I had a ton of money so I could buy those expensive CreaFX silicone masks

Talking to someone who only talks about muscle growth and becoming big is so boriiiing. Wasted my time and energy for nothing. Bye!

I just realized I’ve been into male transformation and disguise ever since I was a kid. I know this cause every time I played fighting games especially Soul Calibur — my favorite thing to do was create or customize a character. I’d sit there messing with the body type, face, hair outfits everything. That explains a lot now hahahaha. And it wasn’t just fighting games like Soul Calibur either. Any game that let me design and customize characters would pull me in. I would’ve spent HOURS doing that. It always made me excited and gave me this inexplicable feeling or sensation that my 7 year old self couldn’t describe at the time. Aka I was horny

Being a closeted gay guy who lives in a small, nowhere town in some third world country with an ultra pervy and depraved fantasies especially about m2m transformation, possession, and all things related is such an aesthetic. I mean having a fetish into these stuff is already an aesthetic

I want you to put a skinsuit or just a mask on me while I’m in a vulnerable, forcefully submissive position and stuck in a degrading situation. Oil me up with hot, slick oil like you’re buttering a turkey. Then slide that mask over my face and rub it in hard, slapping me around while you growl that I’m just your fantasy fucktoy. Put whatever male face you want on me — your hot coworker, your boss, that bully, your dad or brother (hey no judgment here k), your professor, your favorite celeb or tiktok crush, that x porn actor, or your athlete fantasy. Whoever gets you horny. I want you to fuck me. Pound me until my identity starts fracturing, your dick drilling deep into my throbbing, itchy hole until I completely become your mindless fucktoy. Once I’m broken in, you grab another mask or skinsuit and swap me into it. Or layer them. Make me wear multiple faces while you keep using me — riding my cock, fucking my ass, or both, cause you’re a little horny, perverted sick fuck and you don’t hold back. Pull my hair, slam me, and then shlooooorppp another face slides on. Keep swapping or stacking them as you fuck me fully satisfied. Finally, you pull out and splash your hot white stinky musky load all over my face, rub it in and spit on me while I’m making that dumb, dopey, gooned out, blissed out expression of your office crush. Saliva, cum, sweat all over me. Turn me into your perfect fantasy cum dump slut