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Posted by CFW on April 15, 1999 at 07:48
The Tutu Poo-poo
That's incredulous Amy thought when Beth first told her. Ballerinas don't just blantantly wet themselves like that if they happen to get caught short. Do they? Yet there was Beth squated in the wings with a puddle beneath her on the floor.
The more Amy thought about it the more turned on she had become with her own need to pee. It had been one of those weeks at the Royal Ballet Academy, quite grueling. Friday night, a few of the girls had been out clubing and now it was time to leave in order for Amy to catch the last train.
Amy was rather petite at five foot two and just one hundred five pounds. Her short stature probably accounted for a preferance toward very high heeled shoes, favourites being black lace up platform ankle boots or the four inch black pumps she was wearing tonight with her also favoured tight black mini dress.
With her generous allowance Amy enjoyed indulging herself in expensive sexy underwear like the high cut black panties and matching contour bra she had on. Not to mention the black stay up nylon stockings pulled right up to the moistened crotch of her panties, their fancy sculpted tops barely covered by the short dress.
Yes Amy was beautiful, her lustrious jet black hair, usually pulled back flat against her skull into a braided ponytail which hung nearly to her waist, was parted in the middle hanging freely tonight. Pulling her back emphasized her exquisite annular shaped head with large dark brown eyes, a cute little nose and multi pierced rounded ears.
Every visage of her contenance fit together ideally, although the most sensuous feature was her mouth with a slight overbite on otherwise perfect teeth and full pouty lips. The dark eye makeup and lipsticks she used gave Amy a mysteriously alluring look that was quite compelling.
Likewise, Amy's body was also flawless. Her diminutive stature wasn't due to short stubby legs as she had a rather long inseam for her height. Her breasts although a bit small were perfectly shaped to suite her slenderly built upper body. Her lower body was only slightly disportionate with muscular dancer's legs and globular derriere that stuck out pleasingly.
Amy knew the guys looked at her, especially her sexy buns and thighs which she loved to show off in overly short skirts and tight blue jeans. Her most admired body part could also be cause for dismay. If she allowed herself to gain even a few pounds they went straight to her butt and upper thighs. Though with a strict diet and heavy dance schedual Amy was nothing except solid shapely muscles.
She had left the club without using the washroom and made the last train home. She couldn't get the image of Beth deliberately wetting herself out of her mind. With needing to pee becoming urgent now Amy was suprised to be so sexually aroused. She sat bumping her knees together with a hand pressed between her legs. Mmmmmmmmm it felt soooo good.
Out of the station Amy hurried the few blocks to her flat and rode the lift up, bouncing around with a hand still clamped under her short dress. Instead of going into her apartment she turned left to a seldom used area off the main hallway of the converted factory.
The tiny dress rode up exposing the tops of her stockings and panties as she squated with her legs spread out wide. She gathered her long hair bending forward to watch the golden stream rush through her panties onto the floor between her feet. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! The feeling was incredible.
Amy hurried into her flat kicking off her shoes and droping her dress on the floor as she got into bed. Laying on her stomach she shoved a hand down the front of her wet panties onto her clean shaven cunt. Inserting a finger onto her swollen clitoris she began to masterbate. Amy screamed into her pillow as she came in one of the best orgasms she ever had.
Being rather conceited, Amy's large ego woudn't allow her to admit it. Over the past few months she had not become the top ballerina at the Academy. She had however become top panty wetter. Hardly a performance or a practice went by where she hadn't wet herself. She peed her panties in the pub, on the street, the train and in her bed. Amy hardly used a toilet at all anymore.
It had been another tough week prepairing for a benefit show so the girls went straight to the pub. Amy just threw on a light weight black leather jacket over her dance clothes along with her black lace up platforms. She splurged a bit slipping off her diet for fish and chips and two pints of beer. Not much of a drinker the beer weighed heavy on her bladder, she had to hold herself all the way hurrying to the station.
Amy planned to pee on the ride home not wanting to stop now because she was late and feared missing the last train. But she had a major problem. Her bowels were full, she could feel a hard poop moving down into possition and pushing on her back door. She would have to use the toilet on the train but had to relieve some of the pressure now in order to make it. So she stopped on the street, spread her legs and wet her panties.
The long braid bounced off her back as she ran, just boarding on time. Amy soon discovered that there wasn't a toilet on this train. She knew there was no way she could hold out until she got home and was going to poop in her panties. She went to the rearward door of the nearly empty coach and stood there with her legs slightly apart.
Amy was wearing high waist panties, and over top of her thick white tights wore a grey nylon-spandex body suit which similar to her panties had contoured thigh sculps in front and substancial material in back. The grey crinolin like dance skirt jutting outward didn't completely cover her bottom so that would be a problem although the leather coat fitted snug at the waist overhanging her hips and half her bum held it doen somewhat.
Spoiled brat that she was the last time Amy had pooped her panties was when she was thirteen, deliberately doing so in the car to get her own way. Her bowel habits were such that she only went once or twice a week at most and those were good solid motions which were fairly substancial for someone her size. But when she had to go, she really had to go.
Gripping the hand rail Amy gave up the fight to control her poor quivering sphincter muscle and relaxed. Her pink oriface opened up like a flower around a thick brown log that slowly stretched out the seat of her white panties a few inches before halting in it's journey with the resistance of her clothing.
No one looking her way she bent over slightly at the waist flexing her tummy muscles, caught her breath and gave a push. HHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUMMMMMMMFFF! With a soft crackling sound the solid six inch sausage nudged it's way into the seat of her panties. Amy's breath rate picked up, she was getting excited now, shitting in her panties was even better than pisssing them.
HHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUMMMMMFFFF! Amy gathered her breath and pushed again sending another firm turd into her panties. She could feel them bulging now. God it felt sooo good. A guy at the front of the coach looked her way but she didn't care, she had to touch it. It felt huge! Then she pushed again.
One last long hard push. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHH! Amy felt pressure against her hand as the seat of her body suit rapidly tented outwards. The guy up front had turned away. She quickly moved a hand into her wet crotch. Oooooohhh, she had to get home right now.
Amy burst into her apartment throwing off her coat and purse as she rushed to the bedroom. Her face buried in the pillow she came in a screaming climax.. She had had sex with both men and women in many different situations but never did she have an orgasm like this one. The earth moved.
She vaguely remembered taking out her braid and removing her boots before crawling under the covers and falling into an exhausted sleep. But waking up fully clothed with a hard load of poop in her panties and a desperate need to pee brought back other vivd memories as she fingered herself while completely saturating the bed.
Monday afternoon Amy shit herself again while lazing about watching television. She had on a white bra and panties,tee shirt and grey track pants. She just pushed a small load into her panties while she lounged on the sofa, wet herself and headed for the bedroom. Again it was wonderful but next time she wanted to do it in public.
That next time turned out to be the following Friday, the day of the charity benefit for which they had been rehearsing. Amy hadn't gone since Monday and her tummy had been bloated since yesterday. During the afternoon she had felt pressure against her anus and knew she would need to make a bowel movement soon.
Wearing nothing underneath them her pink leotards were covered up by spandex panties that were attached to the beaded pink bodice as part of her dance costume under a flairing pink tutu. The show had begun. Amy's rosy sphincter twitched then the orb began to swell as the knob of a large brown turd appeared in the opening.
She hesitated drawing it back in. Could she? Would she dare infront of this crowd of society snobs? Just one of the chorus, Amy did not have a major part in this review. Her descision made she relaxed in order to let it happen.
But as the show progressed, imperative as Amy's need to take a shit was, it refused to come out more than an inch or so on it's own. And now was the Coda, the final set, she was on the end of the chorus line in backup to the duet finally. It was the the pretty ballerina's last chance.
She did a pass de valse into a croise' devant, one foot turned infront of the other, knees bent holding position. She caught her breath and strained. HHHHHHHHHUUUUUUMMMMMFF! Her face blushed slightly with the effort. She heard a barely audible plfplfplf sound as the huge stump of shit moved through her pink oriface and into her leotards. She did a pirouette. Could the audience see the lump under her tutu, she hoped so.
Down on one knee into a held position Amy did a hard all out red faced push. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNRRRRRRGGGGG! Paul positioned next to her looked over as a mousy little fart followed by soft crackling noises announced the arrival of another six inch turd sliding into the pile already in the seat of her leotards. They were bulging noticably now but Amy wasn't yet finished.
A series of chaines across stage to the opposite side and into a point stance. Amy half wondered if Paul knew. It didn't matter, she gathered her breath for another effort. HHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUGGGGNNNN! More tiny farts, poof poof and then plfplfplf another log was forced out. And then another. Two more pushes just to be sure and Amy was all done pooping in her tutu.
Each effort had been accompanied by a squirt of urine into Amy's leotards. Her sex juices were flowing so that by the end of the performance there was a noticable wet spot in the crotch of the pink costume panties under her tutu to go along with the massive pear shaped protrussion in back. Immediately after last curtain Amy found a quite corner and squated to releave her bladder through her ballerina outfit.
Leaving on her pink brasier and shit filled leotards, her hair still in a tight bun on top her head, Amy slipped into a pair of faded blue jeans that were tight enough to show a balooning bulge that had Beth intrigued. She put on a tee shirt, Boots and leather jacket leaving for the pub with some of the cast members.
Paul must have been intrigued as well the way he had suddenly started paying extra attention to her. But he could chat her up all he wanted. As much as Amy might enjoy having sex with Paul she had other plans for this evening that didn't include him. It would be straight home alone and into her bed.
The wine she had drank went right through her. I really have to go now she said squeesing her muscular thighs together. Then Amy got up, threw her dance bag over her shoulder and left for the train station.


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