<span style="font-weight: bold">Titania</span><br/><br/><br/>Titania (OOC: The name is drawn both from the DM’s character which somewhat inspired this one and from ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’) divides the world into two. Those who are smaller than her, who are entertaining toys, tasty food, or possibly beloved pets; and those who are not-yet smaller than her. Already having swelled from eighteen inches to six feet high, she considers her current size merely a waystation to the vast power she can feel awaits her, that she considers her right…<br/><br/><br/>Titania grew up in the Selranixie bower of Cloudtree, a mighty, ancient oak penetrating the skies themselves. All along its branches the Selranixie made their homes, suspended between and dangling from them on webs of rope, and amongst the tangling branches of its mighty crown the Selranixie cock-Queen Boudicca raised her palace, at which Titania’s mother Tanja was a serving maid. From a young age, Titania always believed that the cock-Queen herself was Titania’s ‘father’. Certainly, she called no male Selranixie father, and equally, many of the maidservants’ children were the cock-Queen’s by-blows. Boudicca, however, only had eyes for her beloved heir, the cock-Princess Cyriacca.<br/><br/><br/>As a child, life in the palace was in some ways idyllic. Many of the palace’s children were of similar age, including Titania and Cyriacca, and in their youth the pack of them could be heard charging around the halls or splashing in the palace fountains with nary a thought to rank or station. On Titania’s coming-of-age, as her body began to blossom from a girl’s into a woman’s, Tanja took her to a bathing pool not far from the tree, a rite of passage Cyriacca had only recently undergone with her mother-the-Queen.<br/><br/><br/>There, whilst they were bathing, Titania heard a soft splash, and when she turned, her mother’s body was dangling from the jaws of a Catkin. Within moments, the small predator - far larger than the tiny Selranixie mother and child - had gulped Tanja eagerly down her throat into her stomach. Titania splashed backwards through the shallow pool, her water-soaked wings utterly unable to lift her free, certain she was about to die - yet when the Catkin pounced on her, it only pushed its bloodstained muzzle between Titania’s thighs, it’s rough kitty tongue licking her to her first orgasm. Her cries and moans, wrung unwillingly from her body, mingled with the gurgling of the Catkin’s stomach and the pained screams of her mother within. The Catkin didn’t stop until Titania was utterly spent, and her mother was nothing but a memory - then, just when the young Selranixie expected to join her in death, the Catkin turned and left.<br/><br/><br/>Titania returned to the palace alone.<br/><br/><br/>For a time, she was cared for, but soon, she had to take up her mother’s place or face expulsion from the palace. Beds still needed to be made and floors mopped, after all. Titania was a very poor maid, flighty and distracted. She’d spend hours gazing at her own beauty in the palace’s mirrors (wondering what it was the Catkin had seen that’d led it to spare her), or skinny-dipping in the palace’s fountains. When the cock-Queen caught her, as she often did, she’d punish Titania in the traditional manner, bending Titania - a girl younger than her daughter - over a handy wall or piece of furniture and ravaging her with her Queenly cock.<br/><br/><br/>Over the following months, Titania’s behaviour grew odder. She’d spend time alone, cleaning old rooms and nooks, flushing creatures from the crannies of the ancient oak structure of the palace and devouring them whole, only the tiniest of things at first, ladybugs and bluebottles, the taste of them on her lips better than any kiss, the sensation of them squirming in her stomach, the knowledge of their fear, their suffering unutterably arousing. She ate and masturbated often.<br/><br/><br/>During this time, cock-Queen Boudicca began to train cock-Princess Cyriacca in the intricacies of power, hard work the likes of which Cyriacca had not experienced before. The cock-Princess began to desire and envy Titania’s freedom. It was perhaps inevitable that Cyriacca would take Titania to her bed, in part seeking to coat herself in the glow of Titania’s freedom, in part to relieve her jealousy in brutal sex.<br/><br/><br/>The next few months were a perverted delight for Titania. She graduated to devouring whole mice and small birds, her throat well up to the challenge of swallowing them, their struggles so much longer, more powerful and more satisfying in her stomach, and all the while she was regularly banged boneless by both cock-Queen and cock-Princess.<br/><br/><br/>Her private activities and her public screwings completely divided her colleagues, mostly significantly older than her, whilst her friends were out learning skills or about the world. She didn’t mind - it was only more time to pursue her private gastronimical hobby. What did she care about the other old maids when she had the cock-Princess’s affections - and even the cock-Queen’s?<br/><br/><br/>Yet though she thought of herself as Cyriacca’s favourite, it would be truer to say she was Cyriacca’s favourite set of holes, and cock-Queen Boudicca thought of Titania’s fuckings as disciplining an unmanagable subject, no more than a duty, albeit a pleasurable one.<br/><br/><br/>Gradually, imperceptibly, (and although fully adult for a Selranixie), Titania began to grow. Her new diet of terrified living food and ecstatic sex (when she dared with her meals still squirming in her belly) suited her. Yet as she did, so too her formerly-tight nethers grew slacker and slacker around Cyriacca’s Princess-cock. Soon, the cock-Princess had graduated from using Titania’s cunt and mouth to fucking her ass and deep inside her throat. Titania only found it a pleasurable reminiscence of passing the bones of her rat-and-raven meals, the Princess’s cock in her throat a temptation to do more than taste her, to swallow instead, and not just Cyriacca’s throbbing member. Unknowingly, Cyriacca pursued yet more dangerous sex with Titania, harder, faster, deeper, and it still was not enough.<br/><br/><br/>In frustration, the cock-Princess fired Titania from her position and barred her from the palace. Cock-Queen Boudicca, equally frustrated with the unmanageable maid, did not intervene. With nowhere else to go, Titania fled the great oak. In the space of the forest she became hungrier, hunted more, ate more, and grew faster.<br/><br/><br/>One day, she came across a Selranixie mother-and-daughter, undertaking the same ritual at the same pool that had seen Titania’s mother devoured - but this time, she was the predator. With a single bound the mother was between her lips, her womanly body a bulge sliding down Titania’s throat, then a small, squirming lump in her belly. The sensation of it was intensely pleasurable, and beyond that, the raw power of it - the torture the mother must be experiencing as she was slowly digested in Titania’s belly, purely for her pleasure… it aroused Titania beyond words.<br/><br/><br/>And so she advanced on the daughter.<br/><br/><br/>Soon, the girl was pinned beneath Titania’s lips, her nethers experiencing the barrage of licking and nibbling and kissing that Titania’s own had once received, writhing unwillingly in ecstasy as her mother writhed in agony. It wasn’t long before the girl orgasmed. But whatever Titania had had that’d led the Catkin to spare her, this girl lacked. Lolling back, Titania pressed the tiny Selranixie to her nethers. Inexperienced and terrified, the girl’s licks and caresses were crude at best, and soon it was Titania’s hand stroking the girl’s body across her netherlips, drawing more ecstasy from her struggles than Titania ever had from her efforts. The girl was no more than a sex-toy, an edible sex-toy. When Titania came, defiling the sacred pool with her juices, she drew her newly-coated meal to her lips, sucked her clean, and swallowed her down to join her mother.<br/><br/><br/>From that point on, Titania preyed on the Selranixie, growing ever-more swiftly. Soon, she was hunting the Catkin too. Recently, her growth has plateaued, and she’s begun to wonder if she needs to leave the forest to seek larger prey if she is to obtain she size for which she’s sure she’s destined. But if she does, what to do about the cock-Queen Boudicca, her cock-daughter Cyriacca and the city-tree she’d once called home? And she has yet to catch up with the Catkin who devoured her mother...