The more your rubbed the little white mass between your fingers and palms the less you saw it as alive. Even if Claire's consciousness was there (you didn't remember disabling her thoughts) she was by all accounts nothing more than a thing at this point. A ball of sugar and who knew what else. The blubberball you had matched with was no more; in her place was this thing.
Perhaps that's why you found it so easy to break your promise. You tossed the marshmallow in your mouth, rolling it around your tongue and mashing it a bit between your molars. It soon lost its shape, sticking to your teeth and breaking up into each small pieces. With a saliva-filled gulp you brought the remains down, sending what was Claire to be digested by your gut. The girl wasn't even filling; at her size, she likely didn't even exceed ten calories.
Slumping onto your couch, you slipped one hand into your pants, tending to the stiffy you had sprung. You had never expected domination to be so fun. Wanting more, you used your other free hand to reopen the app and start a search anew for a partner. The girls from earlier were mostly gone, but one remained among the new choices: the weird latina girl. Ultimately, you chose...
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