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   Anna discovers the beauty of ballet.

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   When they arrived at the studio Susan told them she'd be back in two
hours to pick them up and that Anna should remember to find out about
taking classes.  As she pulled away the two girls turned and headed up the
stairs to the second floor studio, hand in hand, with only the soft rustle
of legs in plastic diapers able to be heard as they moved.  They were met
at the top of the stairs by the mistress, a woman no older than Anna's
mother.  She was tall and thin, her body toned - it was obvious that she
took care of herself for she looked far younger than any woman her age had
a right to look.  Megan explained that Anna was interested in maybe taking
classes and wanted to sit in on today's class.  The mistress said that
would be fine and showed her to one side of the room where there was a row
of chairs against the wall.

   Megan threw down her bag next to Anna and stepped out of her sweat
pants. She blew a kiss at Anna before bounding over to join the other girls
at the bar.  Anna had been so incited by the idea of watching Megan do
ballet that she hadn't even thought that there would be other girls there.
And now her eyes followed the length of the long bar, her gaze carefully
caressing each girl before moving on to the next.

   There were 11 of them, not including mistress Sasha.  All petite, young,
pale, and fit.  Her eyes drooled as she scanned the girls in front of her.
It was actually several classes which trained together.  The oldest girl
was about the age of her sister Emily - 16 she guessed.  The youngest girl
was about 7 she estimated, though tall for her age.  Each girl was wearing
the same pale pink leotard, and a few wore wool leg warmers over their
calves.

   The girls started their exercises.  They all lifted their left legs and
put their feet on the bar - while in this position they all bent forward
and touched the toes on their right feet.  Up and down, up and down, over
and over again.  Anna's eyes grew wide at the sight of 11 perfectly shaped
petite butts all dancing in front of her, as if they were meant for her.

   Mistress Sasha moved between the girls, adjusting the posture of one,
while commenting on the form of another.

   "Good job Megan, excellent form!" and "Laurie, keep your leg straight!"
Anna's jaw dropped as she watched Sasha work with the girls.  She came up
behind the youngest girl in the row, evidently named Laurie, and put her
left hand on the girl's back as she bent forward, pushing down slightly to
increase her flexibility.  While pushing on her back with her left hand,
she put her right on the girl's upper right thigh, keeping it straightened
as she stretched.  "Good, good" she said in a reassuring voice.  Her right
hand slipped up the girl's thigh and caressed her right buttock - as the
girl bent forward her hand slid between the girl's cheeks, caressing the
small mound of the little girls vagina through her thin leotard.

   Anna was now leaning forward in her seat and as she shifter her position
she felt a small pressure against her bowels.  Without thinking she pushed
and a long thin rope of poo began to snake out of her ass and into the
plastic fabric of her disposable diaper.  She leaned further still in her
seat and gave a quiet moan as her diaper filled still more, all the while
watching as Sasha had moved forward and was gently fondling the next
ballerina.

   The girls had now moved onto a different exercise and Anna was by this
time incredibly aroused.  She watched as Sasha was helping Megan through a
routine.  She held her hand on Megan's ass to push her up as she jumped,
catching her from behind, running her hands up the length of her torso,
slipping over the small bumps of her nipples.  She reached around and put
her hand over Megan's crotch as Megan extended one leg straight out and
together they spun around.

   Anna was rocking on her chair now, subtly grinding her poo filled
diapers against the hard folding chair.  She was getting quite wet and
desperately wanted to masturbate, but with no cover, she thought it would
be too risky to stick her hand under her dress.  Before long, it was time
for break.

   Megan came jogging over to Anna, her perfect skin glistening with the
small amout of sweat that had accumulated during her workout.  "Well?  What
do you think?" Megan asked with a huge grin.

   "You are amazing!" Anna blurted out, biting her lip afterwords.  Anna
reacched out and grabbed Megan, pulling her down onto her lap.  They
kissed, long and hard.  When their lips finally seperated they both turned
bright red as they realized the entire room of ballerinas were staring at
them.

   Just then Sasha came back into the room, clapping her hands.  "okay
ladies, back to the bar please."

   "Mistress Sasha?" Megan asked.

   "Yes Megan?"

   "Can I run to the bathroom before we begin?"

   "I suppose so, but hurry back.  We're going to start now."

   "Thank you miss." Megan said and curtsied.  She ran off in the direction
of the little girl's room as the rest of the class began their lesson. 
Anna waitied for a minute before decideing to go check on Megan.

   As Anna approached the bathroom door, Megan was just coming out.  Megan
reached out with her left hand and grabbed Anna by the collar of her shirt,
pulling her forward into a long, passionate kiss.  They were around the
corner from the class, so they kissed without thought of being watched. 
When they separated, Anna noticed the huge grin on Megan's face.

   "What's up?" Anna asked

   "Nothing, it just feels good to be empty, I was so stuffed out there I
could hardly move." Anna started to frown.  "don't worry sweetie.  I saved
it for you." With that, Megan pulled Anna's shirt away from her body and
brought her right hand out from behind her back.  It was full of a large
pile of brown shit, steaming slightly in the air-conditioned studio.  "hold
your shirt open." Megan commanded gently.  Anna immediately obeyed.  Megan
grabbed about half of the shit in her left hand and shoved it between
Anna's right breast and bra cup.  With her right hand she filled Anna's
left cup.  She then reached both hands up and underneath Anna's shirt and
wiped her hands off on Anna's beautifully white and soft stomach, smearing
brown shit from just below her bra, all the way to the top of her dress. 
She pulled her hands out and smoothed the wrinkles of Anna's shirt.  She
licked the few remaining pieces of poo from her fingers, and then skipped
back to join her class.

   Anna brought both her hands up to her breasts and grabbed them, smashing
her girlfriend's poo into her flesh.  As she walked back to her seat, the
feeling of the poo in her diaper caressing her ass and pussy, and her
girlfriend's poo caressing her tits, it was all too much and she climaxed.
She sat down with a sigh, the blood rushing to her cheeks as she settled in
to watch the beautiful girls dance for her once again.