Eating Spicy Food (Increased Pooping/Weight)

Stagehands wheeled at several dining carts carrying platters of steaming, spicy food. From enchiladas to jerk chicken to kimchi. Izzy drooled at the sight of them and let loose some more gas. "OOooooooh! Come to mama!" Izzy reached out with her poopy fingers for the food but it was just out of reach.

"Hold your horses, I still need to read what the challenge is," insisted Blaineley.

"It's an eating contest. It's pretty self-explanatory," Gwen pointed out. Like the rest of the contestants, she was trying to cover her nose from the smell of fresh feces.

"Hurry up and get her out of here," grimaced Eva. "She smells worse than my running shorts after a 5k run."

"Spoil sport," Blaineley muttered. "Alright then. On your mark, get set-"

Izzy didn't need any prompting to start chowing down. It just took her a while to waddle over to the dining carts and grab the food. She didn't even hear the timer start because she was too busy deepthroating buffalo wings and guzzling bowls of curry. She popped peppers past her lips as if they were mints. A pair of stagehands stood off-camera with jugs of milk waiting for Izzy to tap out but the nutjob just kept going. Shrimp creole, tom yum, jerk chicken, it all went down. Even Owen would have been reduced to tears by this point.

But Izzy was much more of a glutton than Owen. Bigger too. As soon as she cleared the first cart, she rested her paunch on top of it to make carrying it easier. The more she eat, the further her belly oozed over the side like the world's largest pancake hanging off the edge of a plate. Her breasts put Lindsay's to shame and drenched in slobber, hot sauce, and spices raining from above. Her thighs were thicker than a hydrant and constantly squishing together. As for her crap-covered ass cheeks, there was no hope of them ever squeezing through a doorway anytime soon. She'd be lucky if she could ever use a toilet again without cracking it.

That is, if she ever used a toilet again. The way she was dropping dung, it was as if Izzy had never even heard of a bathroom. As she worked from one dining cart to the next, Izzy left a trail of turds in her wake along with a trickle of urine. The more she ate, the more her logs grew thicker and wetter. Like half-melted ice cream. At one point, her ass released a stream of fire when she farted and scared the crap out of everyone in the studio.

When she finished off the last of the food, she added a good thirty pounds to her belly and released even more in shit. The audience members and contestants that didn't evacuate or pass out from the stench were looking green. Only Blaineley was unbothered but that was because she got ahold of a gas mask while the cameras were on Izzy. "There you have it, folks! With two minutes to spare, Izzy wins the challenge and rockets into the lead. How do you feel, Izzy?"