Hi, I’m Vincent Rosen.
Yes, I'm still a guy. Yes, you can call me "Vi" if you want. No, I don't know why the hell I'm doing this, but I need to get off somehow.
And I'm guessing you do too - that's why you're here, right?
Before the Fusion Wave, I was a struggling writer with too many unfinished drafts and not enough functioning coping mechanisms.
My biggest claim to fame was an unread blog and a nervous laugh I used to deflect compliments. I was stressed, wildly unsuccessful, and quietly falling apart one latte at a time.
And the writer's block was so bad I couldn't bring myself to type a single word sometimes.
Then the sky turned red. The air cracked with thunder and scarlet lightning, and that great red wave came to greet me, as it did with all of you.
The universe took one look at my burnout and said, “Let’s make that spicy.”
I woke up a day later with no limbs, six wildly curious dicks, breasts I definitely hadn’t ordered, and a sex drive that could power a mid-sized city - I am embarrassed to say that I spent the majority of the first two weeks . . . putting my new lips to good use.
If you're wondering why I'm being so liberal with my identity and appearance - it's because I want you to know who and what you're reading about, reading with. I got turned into a limbless SWB with breasts hanging off my chest/hips bigger than my head. My only form of locomotion are the six tentacle-dicks that I would argue cripple me at times - and ensure I am never getting to appear in public ever again.
Might as well be genuine. :]
Once by 12 balls stopped churning and I finally could take a break from painting the bathroom with cum - I finally had . . . ideas.
The words wouldn’t stop coming. It sucked and still sucks to type - my penises lack fine motor control, so I'm either spending 5 seconds to ensure I press the right key, or slapping my fat cockheads against my PC's on-screen keyboard. Regardless if I wear condoms, everything finds some way to get sticky - though thankfully not as much as before.
Regardless, I can barely type 60 words a minute - on a good day.
I was writing again for the first time since college—and you probably have read one of my books out in public under my handle.
The Fusion Wave helped me fulfill my dream.
But . . . I wasn't satisfied. I'm still not.
That's probably because of the intrusive thoughts. Dicks, Pussies, Tits, and Ass. If you're still reading, you know what I'm talking about. Mutant or Normie - sweat and beauty.
After creampie-ing myself one day, I slid over to my bed, opened my laptop, and spent the next 8 hours pouring my whole heart (and some other parts) into every sultry, emotional, twisted love story I write.
So here we are. You’ve found my steamy little corner of the internet. I upload mutant erotica almost daily, depending on how horny I feel . . . which is all the time, really. It’s all a little weird, deeply intimate, and unapologetically hot.
Yep, this transformation is stupid. But it's also most welcome.
I’m no longer holding myself back. I’m letting it all out, balls and all.
If you’re looking for something raw, beautiful, and just a little indecent, you’re in the right place. Settle in. Grab a drink. Let the stories take you somewhere warm and a little strange.
May they help you cool the heat in your loins, the churning in your breasts or in your sacks, tongues and tentacles, holes and sticks.
With love (and more than a few squirmy surprises),
I hope you enjoy your sticky stay here.
Vincent Rosen
Writer • Mutant • Your new source of mutant erotica
P.S.
This is the closest thing to me
(A Gammatelier SWB image - look it up!)