A Thoughful Gift by spswift
 
December 9th, 1EPR:
 
"Happy birthday mom!" Cid handed his mother, Edith, a card with a drawing of a birthday cake on it.
 
She thanked him as she cracked it open, and read the letter inside. It was short, wishing her a happy birthday and saying that he loved her. She smiled.
 
"I wanted to get you something extra special for a present, since you got your new job and everything." He said, as she put the card to one side. "So I figured that, since I know you want to, I'd let you digest me this year."
 
"Really?" His mother's surprise quickly gave way to excitement. "What a thoughtful gift! Did you have any preference for how I eat you?"
 
Cid shook his head. "No. I figured I'd let you decide."
 
Edith laughed. "Well then, please take off your shoes dear, and anything else that'll be hard on my digestive system." She reached her top as she instructed him, unhooking her bra. He flicked off his slippers and checked to make sure his pockets were empty, having already planned his outfit for this.
 
"Ready mom." He said, when it was clear he was clean. She smiled at him.
 
"Thank you sweetie." She said, licking her lips. "I hope you enjoy becoming my poo!" She didn't wait for Cid's response. Her jaw opened over his face, and closed over his head. He felt her hands sweep up under his shoulders and lift him off the ground with ease. She tipped her head back as she raised him up, guiding him down. In one smooth movement she relaxed her throat and let him slide forwards, vanishing through her lips. A final gulp plunged him into her stomach.
 
"Ahh! You were delicious, sweetie!" Edith took a moment to let Cid get comfortable as she rubbed her bloated belly through her top. "Now then..." She said, when it appeared he'd righted himself. "... time to turn you into shit!"
 
With a gurgle, her stomach groaned to life, coating Cid in digestive fluids and gently kneading his body. Edith could hardly believe how good it felt. She hesitated for a moment, before letting her hand run down from her belly and under her pants to stroke her clit. 'Fuck it.' She thought. 'It's my birthday after all. And besides, Cid won't mind.'
 
Cid did not, in fact, mind. He didn't even notice. He was struggling to focus on much else other than his imminant demise, as fluids splashed on his face and his body was squeezed and ground. He didn't regret his choice of present, but he that didn't mean he wasn't scared. He reached down his own pants and did his best to stimulate himself, in part to calm his nerves and in part due to the aphrodisac effects of his mother's digestive juices.
 
Edith could feel him moving inside her, but wasn't sure what he was doing. "Oh, you're rowdy, aren't you?" She said, enjoying the feeling. "I hope you're not regretting your present. It's a bit late to let you out!" She thought, before adding. "Well, alive, anyway." Her arousal soon got the better of her, and she moved herself to the bathroom, pulled down her pants, and sat on the toilet, before digging her fingers into her cunt.
 
Cid had felt the movement this time, and as his mother's digestive system cranked into high gear, he realized she was probably masturbating. The thought didn't get much purchase in his head though. He was already too far gone. His clothes had melted away, he couldn't feel most of his extremities, he could hardly move, and even his mind was dissolving. His face sank into the soupy mixture of his mother's juices and his own body, and his final thoughts were of hope that she'd enjoyed him.
 
His mother gave little thought to his demise, lost in her own arousal. She pushed herself closer and closer to orgasm as his body broke apart. It wasn't until she reached climax that she noticed her belly had flattened, and she noticed his presence at her back door. She extracted her fingers and gently rubbed her clit once more as she pushed, and his shitty remains crowned.
 
"Thank you... sweetie... you were... a wonderful... present!" She squeezed the words in between clenches. He'd contributed rather nicely to her breasts and butt, and what remained of him now filled the toilet bowl. Edith wiped herself off, stood up, closed the lid on the toilet, and flushed, and in a matter of seconds Cid was whisked away, never to be seen again.