We all make mistakes in life. Cumforting Places was one of mine.

It's shit. It's terribly structured and written. I am anything but proud of it even if I feel connected to CLaire as a character, or love the concept of a vore farm. Cumforting Places was a bad idea and it went against my principles, but three years ago when I wrote this it was all I could do at a terribly shit time in my life. I hope, with sincerity, someone can get their rocks off to it. It'll make it somewhat worth it.

I'm posting the last of the chapters, and the full document, because denying I was once this fucking bad is something I'm not in favour of. For all intents and purposes, the story is discontinued.

Long overdue.

P.S. This is the last one. Go nuts with the tags idc.

P.S.S. 1,922 words. Length is not indicative of greatness.

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