"Well, they always say to walk a mile in someone's shoes, so let's try out option five."
Blainely smiled in response as Izzy was zapped with a weird device, poofing up her hair and also rendering her immobile for several seconds until.... PFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT! A loud fart ripped out of Izzy's behind, shaking her skirt, butt and anything light-weight behind her tremendously. After a few seconds, the farting stopped and Izzy scratched her butt and her belly. "Man, I'm hungry Maineley. Where's the food?"
"It's Blainely, and we'll get you some shortly. But first, how do you feel?"
Izzy shrugged and ripped another loud fart before responding. "I feel fine, like always. Don't know what was up with that ray-thingy but I don't even care anymore."
"All right, well how about we get you ready for the next challeng-"
"Yeah yeah, one second." Izzy then knelt down in front of Blainely and-
THPPTPHTPHPHHPH Behind Izzy was a pile of poop that stuck to some parts of the floor and her skirt, it was sticky, wet, and cold, yet Izzy didn't care that she crapped herself. In fact, she felt euphoric, like it was a natural thing to do like breathing. She then stood up and resumed scratching her now poop-filled butt, coating some parts of her fingers in it now. "Sorry, what was that?" Izzy said with a smile.
Blainely just stood there silent for a moment, processing what just happened, before resuming her broadcast. "Let's get you warmed up for your next challenge then Izzy."
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