NewGame+ by spswift
 
August 21st, 3EPR:
 
James had missed a lot over the Summer. He and his mom had gone on an island retreat, soaking up rays and swimming in the sea. And now he was catching up on what had happened in his absence. His mother watched over his shoulder, as interested in the lives of his friends as he was. "Oh look!" She said "Collin went on a road trip." She pointed at a photo of one of his friends, in the back of a fancy looking car filled with camping equipment.
 
It seems his friends had all had interesting holidays. So had he, of course, but they were undoubtedly going to compare their experiences when they met back up at school. James clicked a link to Mitchell's page, and was surprised by what met him. So was his mother. There was a gallery of pictures, the cover image of which was Mitch's mother pooping onto a low table. The title explained everything:
 
"My little boy invented a new game. He called it 'Become Mommy's Shit'!" The gallery showed Mitchell and his mother naked. The first few simply showed them together. Then they showed her swallowing him. Then her with him in her belly, including some of her masturbating. And then finally her dipositing his remains onto the table.
 
"What a fascinating game!" James' mother leaned forward to get a better look. "And it looks like he won!" She was smiling. "I guess he won't be coming to school anymore!"
 
James let his mind wander for a moment as he looked at the pictures of his former friend's death. A flame in his heart he hadn't known was there surged to life.
 
"Want to play that with me, mom?" He asked her. She looked down at him, looking surprised, before the smile returned to her face.
 
"Absolutely!" She laughed. "In fact, I've got an idea. How would you like to out-compete Mitchell? Really make your friends jealous?"
 
James grew a wicked grin. "What's your plan?"
 
His mother turned around, so that her butt was visible to him. She pointed at it. "The name of the game is becoming my shit. It doesn't say anything about what way you go in!"
 
James' eyes went wide. "You mean... up your asshole?!"
 
"Yup! You in?"
 
He almost lept from his seat. "Yes! Yes yes yes! That sounds amazing! I'd love to die in your ass, mom!"
 
She laughed again. "I thought you'd like that!" She opened the door to the living room. "Shall we?"
 
James burst out into the room. By the time she joined him, he was already tearing off his clothes. He watched her remove hers much more methodically, until they were both naked. She walked over to her "special cupboard" in the corner of the room and unlocked it. James had seen her sex toys and other erotic gear plenty of times before, even seen her use it a few times on special occasions like his birthday, but with both the fact and nature of his imminant death, she saw no reason to even pretend to hide it anymore. She pulled out the biggest dildo she had - a monster in it's own right, but dwarfed by what was about to be in her ass - and set it aside.
 
"Your entrance way isn't the only thing we're doing to top Mitchell!" She said, patting it gently, and then digging through the closet again. She pulled out a video camera from a drawer near the bottom. "You're going to be the talk of the school!"
 
James' mom carefully positioned the tripod, started recording, and walked over to her son. "Why don't you tell everyone what we're doing, sweetie?" She suggested. "I'm sure they'd like to hear it from you."
 
James looked towards the camera. "So, Mitchell Webbers invented a game called 'Become Mommy's Shit'. There's only one rule: you win by being turned into crap by your mother. And my mom and I are about to play it together!" He gestured to her, and she waved at the camera. "But we're going to be doing this a little bit differently from Mitchell." His mom turned around, and spread her ass cheeks at the camera. "His mom swallowed him, but my mom thought it'd be more fun to shove me up her ass instead!" He pointed at her asshole with a huge, stupid smile on his face. "Isn't that awesome!"
 
He moved forward to better position himself on camera, turned around, and knelt on the floor. His mother wasn't far behind, walking closer before turning her butt to him and the camera once more.
 
"Ready sweetie?" She asked, leaning forward, digging her fingers into her asshole, and gaping it in front of him. "You're not coming out until you're a pile of crap!"
 
"That's the goal!" James laughed. "Thanks for playing this with me mom! I can't wait to be your shit!" He leaned forward, letting her gaping asshole cover his face. It felt amazing, and he knew it was only going to get better.
 
"You're very welcome, sweetie!" She laughed back. "Have fun being my poo! I'll see you in twenty minutes or so!"
 
James' response was muffled as he tried to talk through her asshole, but she knew it was a happy response. With one fluid motion, she pushed her anus back over his head and down to his shoulders. His journey into her bowels had officially began. James could feel his mom's colon clenching around his head. With each pulse, it pulled a little more of him in, sealing his blissful fate that little bit more. But he wanted to keep going, to get as deep into her bowels as possible. He tucked his arms in as best he could, to help his mom get him in past his shoulders. She noticed this, and followed through, driving him in down to his chest. She started methodically tensing her anus, and James could feel each one pull him in deeper, slurping him up like a giant noodle. His feet left the ground and dangled underneath him as her asshole swallowed his torso. She made short work of sucking in his legs, and took a moment to tickle his exposed feet before pushing them in with her hands. She felt them vanish from her touch as her bowels, now fully engulfing James, pulled him in further and further.
 
"No way out now!" She said, mostly to herself. "Well," she corrected "not until you're dead, anyway!" She reached for the dildo she'd set aside, placed it on the floor where James had been only a few moments prior, and introduced it to the same hole. James felt the rubber head tap his feet as his mother took the entire length in one squat. By the time she thrust up and down again, he'd been dragged out of range entirely. Her bowels started to groan and press on his body as digestion began. His mind was racing, any twinge of fear that he was about to die burned up by the flame of passion in his heart, now a raging inferno consuming all of his thoughts in arousal and joy. He didn't need to touch himself, just the experience of being digested as he was pulled ever deeper into her ass was enough to push him to climax.
 
His mother was putting in considerably more effort. She was supporting her full belly with one hand while stimulating her clitoris with the other, bouncing up and down on the dildo that made a poor job of filling her ass after James went through. She'd have to get a bigger one, but this one would do for the moment. The feeling of her son in her bowels was bliss on it's own, but when digestion had kicked in it had filled her with pleasure unlike any she'd ever experienced before. She hadn't actually tried vore before, despite her fantasies, and this was better than she'd ever imagined. The groaning from her guts slowly got louder until she could just barely make it out behind her sexual moaning. She couldn't tell how long she'd been there, pushing herself up a sexual hill that suddenly seemed much larger than she thought possible. 30 seconds? Five minutes? She kept going, letting her fingers slide into her snatch as she got lost in the pleasure.
 
Eventually, her dam finally burst. Warm juices leaked from her pussy as she slowed her rhythm on the rubber cock behind her. She could feel a pressure slowly building beyond it, and soon realized it was what remained of James. She hadn't even noticed when he'd died. She pulled a coffee table into frame while the dildo still plugged her ass, and took a glance back at the camera.
 
"I think James is ready to come back out now!" She excalimed, as she started removing the toy. "Lets see what my bowels have done to him!" The head of the toy emerged, now coated in smears of her former son, and she moved her ass over the table as it was quickly followed by the rest of him. "Oh yes! I'd definitely call that a win! Congratulations sweetie! I hope it was worth it!" She got up and approached the camera, slowly detaching it from the tripod as she kept talking. "Wow! What a fantastic game. Thanks Mitchell! I only wish I could play it again!" She lifted the camera up and moved it to get a closer shot of the turd pile. "But I think James looks much better like this, don't you? And he seemed to enjoy getting turned into my shit! I certainly enjoyed turning him into it!" And with that, she switched it off. She'd been filming for nearly 25 minutes, according to the screen.
 
The next few minutes covered the menile things that needed to be done: she wiped her ass, cleaned the toy, and gently moved the shit that was once her son into the toilet to flush him away. And then she took the camera, connected it to the computer, and checked the footage. Satisfied, she navigated to James' profile page and posted his final status update.
 
"@Mitchell Webbers: James liked the sound of your new game! We even made a little addition of our own! <3" The video was a massive hit, with likes and comments pouring in. Even Mitchell's mom commented, saying she was sure he'd be jealous if he was still alive to see this. James was the talk of the school come monday morning. Not that he'd ever know.