Gluttonous Downpour


Written by Septia.


Landscapes broadened out below me, a lattice of plains and grass interspersed with the constructs of the surface dwellers. Low and high folds of hardened stone sprawling across patches of the earth, a vain attempt to reach towards the sky. Adorable, I watched them build, saw them struggle over the land, earthbound as they are. 
	They make no match for the landscapes, for the earth they carve into, or the forces of water effortless sprawling through the same ground it had always tiled. I looked upon that water with pride, I had been a great mentor for it: but I wanted more. 
	I felt so empty, drifting and lazying as a high sporradic cirriform, so transparent that all light filtered through me, my presence invisible to those below, which allowed me plenty of opportunity. There were others of my kin here, soaring along, and I had my eyes on one; a particularly plump altocumulus. A real airhead of a tubby cloud, too lax and smooth while sweeping over the lower levels to care if someone came close. She seemed cozy, lazy, and the right girth to be a challenge. Floating along with her until she slowed over a forest. Condensing my weight, I dipped through the layers of atmosphere until my frame bumped against her peak. I grasped her with my embrace. An orifice birthed from my fluff, clasping over her thick vapors, moulding over plush hills as I inhaled… To the sounds of curling, purling water I drank her form, siphoning her up my gape and past my abyss. I let a soft moan whistle between my new lips. When your form was materially ethereal, behest at the eye of its beholders, every cent of your being could be a pair of fluffy, juicy buttocks, and that's exactly what I imagined as they passed through me. 
	“Hey what's, whose back there? H-hey.” 
	“I'm just eating yous, dun worry. All mm your waters' not gonna go to waste or anything.” 
	“Would you stop it?” 
	“Make me.” I gnawed down on the floofy porkchops of her gams and drained them into my frame. The more of her that condensed inside me, the heavier I became, weighty and full, heavy; form collecting and accumulating up into me, which of course let me come down on her with greater force. Folds warping and swelling around me as untold tons of bulk mushroomed my frame. I gorged myself on more and more as her existence was funnelled into me, as if it had always been, as it had always meant to be. 
	“But I was gonna…” 
	“Shhhs, don't cry. Because I’m not intending to miss a single drop of you,” I mused to her as I had surpassed the majority of our combined forms. Weighing down on her with the cloud gut she had helped form. Lips swarming her contours as I descended in an elegant motion, our texture mingling from a wistful alabaster, ivory tinged in the faintest of sapphire as my lips enveloped her. And in one immersed gulp, she was transposed into my being. After the succesful catch I gradually ascended, back to the higher domain, but with far more bulk to work with. “That's… Mm a good girl, much more fun to melt together, isn't it?” 


~ 1 ~


Sinking though the layers of stratosphere with the accumulated water weight I scope out other targets; clusters of smaller cirrucumulusspraying in the rafters. I slothed over, descending in the bulk of suspended liquid to partake of them. Lil' cumulus clouds that sink into my frame, enveloped as I went. I snacked on them like popcorn, where none come close to matching me I am free to indulge, and those who come close cannot be rivalled by my form, fuelled by a cirrus of airheads incorporated in my frame. One works against the current, swimming though the air resistance as I near. Though I merely linger, snacking on the buffet of water mists around me. As the wind comes to my aid, gradually blowing the floofy morsel closer, elongating them though the sky as a altostratus, yet despite their resistance I remain inevitable. 
	“You getting tired?” I speak in our tongue, now booming from my size. “Rest, relax, I'll keep a good account of you.” My musings bring smiles across my amorphous manifestation. Soon enough I wrap my lips over them, twirling them in a cyclone of force along my cheeks, drawing them out of the heavens, turning them to slobber, their weight engulfed by my soaring mattress of a body, growing deeper into a darker hue of gulf blue as my siblings are incorporated into my splendor. I dream of going further, all my indulgence leading me further to spread across this sky: more than a storm cloud, but a whole tornado. The thought is inspiring, as I feel my sibling smelt and distribute through my form, darkening my hue to apply purple descending upon the land, in a swirl of wind and mist, tearing through the fields of wild wheat, to lick the snow off of the mountaintops, to drink my fill suckled straight from the brine of the ocean, and of course, tearing through foundations and calcified rock of those meagre constructions, devouring the land under its rightful masters in the clouds. 
	Though… Try as I might, when these thoughts reach me, I am saturated from  equator to nadir,  my form grew sluggish, jiggling with the weight of untold tons of my smelted sibling’s contributions, churned and filling every stretch within my form, jostling in my drift through the skies. I had reached the status of a cumulus congestus, and I was feeling it throughout me, bearing me down, though so close to a true nimbus, close ot the girth and bulk with which we could unleash a true storm.
	“You had to be so filling, I can still handle more.” I lie to myself, panting to feel molecules of dampness form and drizzle off my breath, the wind whisking every milliliter of wetness it can siphon out of me. Sunken far from the lofty strata I homed just weeks before, I feel bloated, tensile…. Oh how I slosh through my motions and sweeps; the raw physicality of my form an alien notion, but there was just so much of me… 
	“Come in, galsanboys, how about we storm some? Mmm? A real nimbus, tearing through the countryside?” A grumble jostles through me, vibrating into a vibrato of displaced seas I held within. 
	“Oooph… Maybe just a trip through the tropics?” Another booming rumble crashes through me, as I've incorporated enough mass to intercept and disrupt the magnetic fields of the unearth- “Mayb -Hoooaaarrp- we could just…” I wheeze, forming pseudo pods to wrap around me as to not disperse under the weight of my own density. “Just suck up a bunch of frogs in a swamp somewhere to hawk up?” Thunder clapped from the clatter of my ocean bearing thighs, shattering the barriers of sound and light around us as electricity strummed through the concentration between me and the ground. 
	“Hooo… Hooaookay, I, get the picture, but we gotta do this soon again, ya hear?” I wheeze out to them, our collective so grand it defies and shapes the natural laws around us, broadening into a carpet of dusk: a domain where light and physics were ours to warp. And in this pressure, I let it all ease, groans rumble through me as the humidity collects: molecules of mist colliding, again and again, in a symphony of shattered bonds, collecting into a monsoon of droplets that hail down, through a stream of cold in the troposphere. I diffuse, a cascade that blankets the grounds, pelting roads and drenching constructs in the liquid refuse of my siblings, gas and water flooding the landscape below me… 


Brona looks out from her tree cottage, onto the park, to the little ones scampering under the shadows of buildings and palisades. She smacks her lips. 
	“It’s raining.” 


“Mmmm… Mnnnfohaaa…” I pant out, huffing breezes of residual air out over the ground, rising as the oily tar of deep purple drains through my form, shedding all the weight my siblings contributed, rocketing from the downwards force and my weight diminishing, until I linger up in the high troposphere, breezy, fluffy, and poofy in a mere hundred tonnes. The relief of unleashing myself upon the world below still ringing through me, as I sprawl out in wistful streaks high up in my own domain.
	“Thanks, you all boysengals, but, next time, maybe we swing by the tropics first? We could all use more solids in my diet~.” I muse, drifting with barely a shadow cast upon the ground, only visible on the backs of my tubbier siblings. And, boy, did they start to look good, weren’t I still a little parched? Perhaps just a few more, could quench my thirst.