Posted by Yanni on September 13, 2000 at 20:31
This is a story, a figment of my imagination. I picked a random date from the year that the movie Contact came out, because she is REALLY hot in that one. I know a lot of you have been waiting for a Jodie Foster story, so I have written it.
WEEKEND GETAWAY
On July 17, 1996, it came to pass that Jodie Foster decided to leave the busy, noisy, and crowded city of LA for a country weekend in Oregon. Upon leaving her large, exquisite house, she considered going to the bathroom, but figured, "What the hell, I can hold it for the eight
hour road trip." She normally would have been right, but not today, for fate had quite a hand to deal her...
The beginning of the trip began fine. She stopped at a Burger King just outside of the very north suburbs of LA. She ate a Whopper and took a pee in the less-than-clean bathroom. She finally got out of Burger King, fighting off the slack-jawed workers trying to get her autograph.
She finally made it entirely out of LA, and the large, brown pollution cloud over the city was nowhere to be seen; she was heading north. All of a sudden, she felt a cramp in her intestines. She thought to herself, "Maybe I should have pooped at Burger King."
She made it all the way out of California, and she was starting to really get the urge to go to the bathroom. She could feel her fecal matter trying to poke its way out. She was getting desperate.
Jodie cursed herself for taking an all-backroads trip. There was no where to stop, except a very seedy-looking place called "Last Chance Gas" with an old guy out front cutting pictures out of a porno magazine. She wouldn't be caught dead there.
The cabin Jodie rented required her to drive up the side of a mountain. For this she rented a SUV. She was no more than halfway up the mountain when the engine stalled. Her need for a bowel movement was tremendous, and gas was escaping from her pretty anus.
Little did Jodie know that a radiator hose cracked and the engine in her SUV overheated. She tried calling AAA, but they couldn't get out there within a reasonable amount of time. She decided to try to walk the remaining distance to the cabin. By now, her need to poop was getting very critical. If her horribly constructed SUV hadn't screwed up, she would be relieved by now.
As she navigated the twisty mountain road, it was getting harder for her to keep from pooping herself. The fact that there was a lot of climbing over obstructions didn't help. She didn't want to go in the woods, for she was afraid of a rattlesnake biting her. Also, she was rather short of "wiping material." By now, a BM was starting to poke out of her hole. She could feel this. She thought, "No, I have to make it, this isn't going to happen to me." Her anus started spasming. She couldn't hold it for another minute. It felt to her like there was a thousand pounds
of pressure built up in her intestines. She stopped and sat down to try and hold it back. Just when she thought she had it under contol, she stood up. That is when she just couldn't hold it anymore. Her intestines cramped and caught her off guard. The onslaught happened. A large, firm log pressed its way out of her anus and slightly tented out the seat of her tight jeans. After the first flattened out, three more equally large, firm logs pushed out, stretching the seat of her pants. She didn't try to stop it. Jodie Foster just stood there is disbelief as she filled her pants with what felt like three pounds of poop.
After all of this happened, she was shocked. After the shock wore off, she found that she actually liked the feeling! It gave her a sexual turn-on like no other. With all of her poop flattened out around her behind, she
didn't mind the rest of the walk to the cabin. When she finally got there, she found the bedroom, laid on the bed, rubbed her beautiful pussy to a very powerful orgasm, with all of the shit in her pants.
After cleaning up, she got the AAA out there to fix her vehicle and she drove it up to the cabin. She booked the place for an additional week, despite her busy acting career. The extra week was worth every cent, because it let her try some "experiments" in the total privacy of the woods.
Ok, there it is. What do you all think?
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