Bad Influence

"And that's another thing I find wrong with the phrase" Wade said.

He took a fifth slice of the cold pizza from the box, slipping more than half of the greasy thing between his lips, tearing into it and swallowing it down.

"Night owl." He grumbled, swatting at the two other empty boxes on the table before him.

"That's just an owl. They’re nocturnal predators. It's pointless. We have no respect for linguistics...or zoology!" Wade added, swallowing the rest of the piece with a light pant.

"And yes, you're seein right ladies and gents. There is more of me to love" Wade grinned.

He grabbed a handful of soft, wobbling belly, wincing as it jostled the overfilled organ beneath that lard.

"Luckily this is rated R." He said, waggling his eyebrows beneath his mask, standing up and bending over, giving his widened ass a hard slap.

"Ah...reminds me of home." He said, jiggling his left cheek before settling back down.

"Still no dent in that food budget. But don't you worry, kids! I've got them on the HURP ropes!" He said, giving the side of his bulging belly a pat, his muscular pecs looking softer, bigger as he leaned forward for another slice.

The light switched on. Then quickly off again. There was a marked embarrassed pause. "Ah... Wade. I... did not expect you here," said Colossus, rather sheepishly making his own way towards the fridge. He stopped and made a rather sharp turn towards the tea kettle instead. It clattered loudly as his hands shook as he filled it and set it to heat. He pulled out a mug. Two mugs. And two pouches of Sleepy Time Chamomile Tea. "Was your sleep troubling you?" he asked, as conversationally as he could. His eyes trailed over Wade once again, everything was much to tight. He tugged his own robe around his muscular frame as his cheeks flushed again. "I find tea soothes me. More than... pizza. " It was quite a large quantity of pizza. A mound. That now sat in Wade's stomach. Belly. He swallowed, the word itself childish... no... something... else. Not allowed.

"Got owls on the brain, Tin Man" Wade said. He thumped his fist against his chest, letting out another belch as he shoved in his 6th slice of his third pizza.

"Sorry, not my best one. Couldn't sleep, no. Pizza was calling out to me" He grinned, his bloated gut gurgling in slight disagreement. Wade slapped at the thing, causing it to wobble lightly, shutting up.

He ran a hand over it, letting his head flop back almost blissfully.

"Any adult that tells you overeating is bad for you? ...They’re probably right. Also probably a Puritanical fuckhead. But hey! You get fat enough, they won't stick you into any of those weird pageants. That's what I'm trying to avoid. Only talent I know is the water glass song trick from Miss Congeniality." Wade said to the camera, grabbing his belly with both hands, jiggling it further without thinking, adjusting the camera so it was focused entirely on the meaty mass.

"So, stranger" Wade made his belly talk, squeezing the fat there, "Capitalism on the brain? Beat it too hard to the idea of the Statue of Liberty jello-wrestling Mother Russia?"

“Wade... you talk so much. But not about..." he lost his train of thought completely, both at the sudden mental image and what wade was doing to his belly. It was soft. Looked so squeezable. Like a pillow. Or a marshmallow. Sweet marshmallows. That was why he had come. A cup of cocoa to get ride of the craving and then back to bed. But he had to set an example. The kettle whistled, making the metal man jump and leave a dent in the counter top. He swore in Russian under his breath and made two teas. He slid one mug over to Wade but wisely stayed out of his reach this time. "Here. Drink. Chamomile is good for stomach ache." He sipped his own carefully, trying and failing to be discrete in his glances towards Wade's waist and the remaining pizza.

"But will it cure cancer?" Wade asked

He snatched up the tea, gulping down a mouthful ungracefully, burning his mouth.

His stomach gurgled loudly.

"Don't think it's helping. Maybe need to be paired with something..." Wade stroked his barely softened jawline lightly.

Who’s a guy gotta fuck to get some Girl Scout cookies in here.

Probably a Scout Master.

Wade's hand drifted in slow, soft circles around his gut as his mind went elsewhere, his vision a sea of tits, cocks, and Scout Master caps.

He mindlessly finished another slice of pizza, his stomach crying out, begging him to stop, rock hard now beneath the thick layer of frosting over it. He zoomed back in, catching Colossus staring.

Wade grinned.

"Want a private show, Sputnik? You ever seen stretch marks on scars?" Wade winked dramatically, making kissy faces.

He flushed. "Do you... want more?" he asked, uncertainly. At this point, Wade seemed bottomless. And his mind was tired, and his stomach was no longer satisfied with the light natural sweetness of tea. No. He wanted something more. He got up and sat down closer to the other man, thick thighs straining his pajama pants as he spread his legs on the chair. He plucked up a piece of pizza. He would run a few extra laps tomorrow. For now he would keep Wade... company. He bit into it, doing his best to eat the greasy cheesy thing neatly.

Wade's stomach cried out. No. Dear god no.

"Yes." Wade said, smiling.

"Not sure the pizza place is still open, but Super Sonic 64 and Yukio ordered too much Chinese, so we should absolutely eat that. Noodles are good for your bones or something. Read that in a fortune cookie" Wade said, sliding the rest of the pizza in Colossus' direction, swaying his chubby ass behind him, waggling it in the air as he dug out more leftovers, gut leading his way back to the table

"Oh... yes... rich in iron," Colossus agreed. Well, if he ate some too then maybe Wade wouldn't eat himself to exploding. And he was hungry. His meals today had seemed deeply unsatisfying somehow. Small, meager. Like when they had been living on strict state rations as children. His the most meager. He tucked in to the remaining pizza, losing count of the slices as he ate them. He muffled a belch into his fist politely. "Excuse me."

Wade pressed his palms to his cheeks and gasped.

"Damn! Someone's turning into a real pig!" He inhaled, cramming his mouth full of eggroll, arching his back as he stretched his painfully overfilled stomach. Gods he was stuffed. No witty one-liner there. Just plain and simple bloated.

"Pah! You're one to speak! Wade, I do have some con-huuurp," His eyes widened, he looked utterly aghast and quickly pushed the pizza box away from him as if it would nip at his fingers. "Some concerns," he continued, trying to compose himself quickly. He stood up a little too fast and his rounded middle bumped the table, nearly knocking it over. He cleared his throat. "Ah, bloating. Not used to this kind of fatty food... I.." he turned around, beaming as if he had finally happened upon the solution, "You see Wade? This is what poor diet can do!" He patted the slight rounding of his bloated stomach, framing it under his t shirt.

Wade's eyes widened.

Then he grinned.

"Oh, I'm aware." He said. Wade rose in kind, puffing out his fat gut, letting it bump lightly into Colossus'. He reached out a warm hand, patting the rounded metal lightly.

Colossus flushed again. "You... I..." He didn't understand. Why would? Then the man's hand on his stomach. He hitched it in on instinct, flushing darkly and turning away. "I am going to sleep," he announced. "Have to get up early for extra work out in the morning."

"Workout. Right." Wade said.

Then he scooped up a cartoon of egg foo young, sliding it into Colossus' hand.

"Just in case you...wake up wanting ""tea"" again" Wade grinned, patting Colossus' meaty ass, before strutting down the hall, leaving the piles of take-out and empty containers where they lay on the counter.