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An Alternate Reality Story

AR7: Britney Spears
by Matt L.

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Prologue

There she was on stage, in front of a thousand screaming fans. Britney Spears was singing her latest hit recording and dancing in a wild sexual manner. Her long blond mane flowing freely through the air, her slim perfectly tone body moving in a flagrant erotic fashion. Looking every bit the tart in her raunchy outfit, Britney favored the crowd with another song. Moving across the stage, she sang her heart out for the crowd.

Then Britney woke up.

Part One: Britney’s Desire

Britney smiled as she opened her eyes after her long night rest. She had the same recurring dream that played out in her sub-conscious the night before. In the dream Britney was a pop princess, the worlds ultimate singing sensation talented, slim, attractive and loved by millions of fans. Hopping out of bed, Britney grabbed her hairbrush, and pretending it was a microphone, began to sing as she pranced around her tiny bedroom. In the middle of the song Britney stopped in front of her mirror, then reality set in.

It was a fact Britney wasn't the girl in her dreams, but someone quite different. Britney flung her long blond hair her shoulder, and brushing back her bangs, took a look at her round pudgy face. A pretty gal nonetheless, her smile exposed the dimples in her chubby cheeks, and enhanced her thick double chin. Taking a step backwards, Britney tilted her head as she glanced over her reflection.

The mirror revealed a beefy 300-pound young lady, tightly wrapped in pink cotton pajamas. Britney's hand slid over the elastic waistband of her pajama bottoms, and as she scratched her big belly, made this vow, "I'm going to make my dream a reality. I'm going to be a pop singer and rescue Momma and me from this dumpy little trailer. I'm going to buy us a big mansion, and I'm going...."

Just then Britney's mother walked in, and interrupted her daughter, "Britney dear, breakfast is on the table."

Britney made a dash to the small cramp kitchen in the trailer, and sat down at the table. Mrs. Spears followed, after grabbing her cup of coffee, joined her daughter at the table. With her hair in curlers and in a fuzzy neon green nightgown, the very pear-shaped Mrs. Spears reached for the pancakes as she asked Britney, "Were you talking to yourself dumpling?"

Britney spoke as she ate, "I was jest encouraging myself Momma. I'm going to be a superstar like my hero, Mandy Moore."

Mrs. Spears began buttering a slice of toast, "Britney baby, keep your feet planted firmly on the ground. Stop wasting time on far-flung fantasies. Maybe you have a real nice sing'n voice dumpling, but you'll never make it in show business."

Britney figuring it was better to remain silent, and avoid an argument, continued to gobble up her breakfast as her mother spoke. "The people in Hollywood are interested in skinny gals Britney. Like that Mandy Moore you’re always harping on. I mean let’s face facts. You've always been a heavy girl, and I bet my month's wages you'll always going to be heavy."

Mrs. Spears refilled her coffee cup as she went on, "Honey, you got a wonderful career going fer ya at Billy Bob's House of Ribs, don't lose it in the barn chase'n after dreams that won't come true."

Britney only smiled, then reached for a second helping of pancakes. Mrs. Spears shook her head as she watched her well-fed daughter add a huge amount of butter and syrup to the pancakes, before quickly devouring them. As Britney grabbed a few slices of toast, Mrs. Spears asked, "Ever think about going on a diet?"

Britney buttered her 6th slice of toast, poured herself a tall glass of milk, then looked to her mother and replied, "What did you say? I wasn't paying attention."

Mrs. Spears repeated her question, and Britney remarked, "Momma! I am on a diet! Haven't ya noticed? I lost four pounds this month!"

Mrs. Spears removed herself from the kitchen table. "I just want you to be happy honey. I just want you to get hitched to a nice boy, and have lots of babies."

Britney smiled, "Is that why you brought up the idea of dieting?"

Mrs. Spears sipped her coffee, "Well sweetie, you know old man Kelper has a grandson who has a nice paying job over at the manure company. Mr. Kelper hinted at the fact that his grandson is looking to settle down and that you're a pretty enough gal, 'cept n'your a bit of a heifer."

Britney became angry at what her mother was implying, and stood up so quick, she knocked over her chair. "Momma are you saying that if I lost weight, old man Kelper’s grandson might become interested in me?"

Mrs. Spears helped herself to another slice of toast, "Yeah dumpling, don't cha want to marry a nice boy with a good profession?"

Britney rolled her eye's, "When I get married, I want the boy to marry me fer who I am, not just what I look like!"

Britney stormed off to her bedroom, and slammed shut the door. Approaching her daughter's room, Mrs. Spears tried to repair any hurt feelings. "I didn't mean anything insulting baby. I jest want you to be happy."

Mrs. Spears then leaned against the door and remarked, "We can finish this conversation later sweetie, once you cooled off. Right now, I have ta git go'in or I'll be late fer work."

Britney opened the door as her mother almost fell on top of her.

"Momma!" Britney cried out as she caught her mother.

As Mrs. Spears stood giggling, Britney hugged her, then remarked, "I know you mean well, but I'm not concerned with getting married right now. Only thing that I care about is my singing career."

Mrs. Spears kissed her daughter on the forehead, "Oh sweetie, I jest hate fer you to be chase n' after dreams that are like out of reach leaves."

Britney smiled, "Momma, nothing is out of reach as long as it's in your heart."

Britney walked back into her room and began to get ready for work, as her mother followed suit. Taking off her pajama top, Britney sat at her vanity table, and brushed her long blond mane that hung down to the center of her back, as her flabby upper arms jiggled like Jell-O.

A few minutes later, she removed her pajama bottoms and walked over to the chair where she had left her uniform the following evening. An ugly yellow top with the words, Billy Bob's House of Ribs, written in large brown letters, and matching brown slacks. The fabric of the uniform was 25% cotton, 75% spandex.

Needless to say, every waitress at Billy Bob's hated the uniform, especially Britney. The outfit made Britney's belly look like a giant balloon, and it didn't do her spacious behind any favors either as it also exposed her thick rolls, and took exception to the saddle bags which clung upon her big thighs.

Once Britney changed into her uniform, she added a tad of make up to her sweet face, then encountered her Mom as she made tracks out the door. Britney's huge belly bounced as she moved and her large thighs brushed together as well. "See ya later Momma."

Mrs. Spears, who was in her red jump suit, and minutes away from leaving for her job at the car wash, hugged her daughter. "You have a nice day sweetie."

"You too Momma," Britney replied with a smile.

Walking outside the trailer, Britney unchained her bicycle and took off for work. Arriving at the restaurant a few minutes early, Britney met up with her best friend and fellow waitress, Amy Jo Rustrin. Amy Jo was a rather vivacious young lady, with long wavy brown hair, soft green eyes and beautiful face. At 150 pounds, Amy was a voluptuous full figure damsel, with ample cleavage, wide hips, a very roomy tush and thick thighs.

Amy couldn't stand the elastic waistband of her uniform because it enhanced the size of her protruding belly, so to minimize the effect, she wore her mother's girdle. Beyond being easy on the eyes, Amy Jo was a reputable young woman of high moral standards, and kind in heart. Flicking away her cigarette into the tall evergreens, Amy Jo greeted her friend in a loud cheerful tone of voice, "Hey Britney, good to see ya!"

Britney slowed down on her bike, and finally stopped just inches away from Amy Jo. "Hi ya Amy Jo! Ready for another fun day at Billy Bob's?"

Amy Jo sarcastically replied, "Oh to say the least."

Britney chained her bike to a telephone pole, as Amy Jo walked over to her. "You look nice today Britney."

Britney smiled, "Well actually these slacks are so tight, they keep creep'n up my butt."

Britney adjusted her slacks, while Amy Jo remarked, "Tell me about it. These uniforms are so awful, they make my belly look ridiculously huge."

Britney looked over her own belly, and gently shook it for effect, "You not kidding."

Amy Jo glanced over her watch and brought it to Britney's attention that they still had a good five minutes to shoot the breeze before having to start work. Britney acknowledged the fact, and started to tell Amy Jo all about the dreams she had two nights in a row.

Amy Jo listened with pleasure, as Britney was all a buzz. Once Britney was through explaining every detail concerning her dreams, Amy Jo remarked, "You have a fine singing voice Britney. You should make a demo, and send to a recording company."

Britney thanked Amy Jo for the encouragement then added, "Where would I get enough cash to make a demo? I make squat here, and that's even when I don't eat more than I make in tips."

Amy Jo asked Britney, "Don't you have any savings?"

Twisting her hair with her finger, Britney replied, "None at all. I'm helping Momma out with the bills, and sending money to my sister in the carnival."

Amy Jo shrugged her shoulders, "Yikes, I'm up to my rear in hock too. But if someone in the recording biz only heard your voice, hot dog! You'd have it made girl. You'd be bigger then Mandy Moore!"

Britney laughed as she placed her hands over her wide hips, and thrust out her big belly, "I'm already bigger then Mandy Moore!"

As the two friends laughed and carried on, the manager of Billy Bob's walked outside. Sawyer Broodooks was a tall beanpole of a man with big ugly sideburns and a quarter size wart on the left side of his face. "Ain't it bout time you all girls git ta your stations?"

Britney smiled as she spoke, "Actually we have a few minutes before we start work."

Mr. Broodooks held the door open, "There's nothing like a fresh start ladies, like being at your work stations early."

The two friends looked at each other then entered the restaurant. Mr. Broodooks then informed the girls, "Amy Jo, I'm scheduling you to work the counter and backroom today. Britney, I'm having you busing tables, washing dishes and cleaning the restrooms."

Amy Jo glanced over at the main dining area, where the customers who left the bigger tip's sat, and asked, "Whose taking care of that section?"

Mr. Broodooks folded his arms over his chest, and gruffly remark, "I'm letting Helen have the dining room, if you don't mind?"

Helen Crahorf was a very attractive looking vixen, with long curly red hair, gorgeous face and slim shapely body. A petty, vain 21-year old who among other character flaws was a big brown nose. Unbeknown to Britney and Amy Jo, Helen got the best tables in the restaurant by flirting with Mr. Broodooks and actually helping him in his managerial duties. This meant Britney was reduced to kitchen help on the afternoon shift.

Amy Jo, with a bee in her bonnet, spoke up, "That's not fair Mr. Broodooks. We're all supposed to rotate, and it's Helen's turn to bus tables."

Mr. Broodooks grinned, "I think Helen is much more suited to work with our finer customers."

Mr. Broodooks glanced over Britney's well fed figure, "After all, Britney's uniform is fit'n her kinda of tight. Some of our clientele might be a little put out by her."

Britney blinked her eyes, as a confused look glimpsed her pretty face. "Put out by me? What exactly does that mean?"

Amy Jo knew what Mr. Broodooks meant by the remark, and she spoke her mind. "What our boss is saying, in his true to form vulgarian style is that you being overweight and in such a tight uniform might make some of our precious customers feel uncomfortable."

Britney couldn't believe what she just heard, "What! Are you serious?"

Amy Jo turned to the manager, "Well deny it if I'm not correct."

Mr. Broodooks just walked away. Amy Jo could tell Britney was upset and threw her arm around Britney's shoulders. "Don't let that guy get ya down Brit."

Britney's hand slowly caressed a roll of fat that lay over her spacious hips, "Broodooks is implying that I'm fat and unattractive."

Amy Jo squeezed her friend, "Britney Jean Spears, you are a knucklehead. Consider the source. Remember these uniforms don't exactly flatter the female form to begin with."

Britney smiled and took a step back, as Amy Jo continued, "Hey, I for one think your beautiful. If you want to take a powder, and leave this place, I'm with'cha."

Britney blew her nose in her apron then wiped her moist eyes. "I'll be okay Amy. But thanks."

An hour later Helen strolled into the restaurant, late as usual. Britney, who was in the middle of cleaning some tables, walked over to Amy Jo. "Hey, looks like our little beauty queen is late again."

Amy Jo smiled, "This is getting to be a habit with her. Let's go see Mr. Broodooks scold her for not coming in on time."

Britney giggled, "Yeah, nothing like a fresh start, like being in your workstation early."

The two friends watched as the manager approached Helen, who stopped in her tracks. "Hey Helen, good afternoon."

Helen winked at her boss, then smiled, "Yeah, I had a late night Sawyer, hope you don't mind that I'm a little late."

Mr. Broodooks scratched his wart, and replied, "Not at all. It's understandable. Want me to fetch you a cup of coffee?"

Helen nodded, "Yeah, that'd be real peachy."

Helen wiggled her small bubble butt pass Mr. Broodooks on her way to the ladies room, as Britney remarked to her cohort, "Did you see what I just saw?"

Amy Jo bit into a breadstick, "Yeah, what a double standard."

Mr. Broodooks called over to the two friends, "Amy, you've customers waiting, and those dishes aren't go’ in to wash themselves Britney!"

The girls parted company and returned to their work areas. Twenty minutes later Helen wandered into the kitchen to place an order with the cook. Noticing Britney by the sink, Helen remarked, "Hello Britney. Don't we look fat today."

Britney moved away from the sink, "Maybe I'm not perfect, but at least I'm not you."

Helen rolled her eye's, "Whatever."

Walking up to Helen, Britney asked, "Do you know the difference between us?"

Helen laughed, "Yeah I do. About 175 pounds!"

Britney folded her arms over her large breasts, "A year from now you'll still be working here for chump change. But I'll be on stage in Vegas or Hollywood, with millions of fans, rolling in the dough."

Helen giggled, "Yeah right. Listen Fatney, every pop star I ever heard is slim. Mandy Moore, Jessica Simpson, Do you want me to go on?"

Helen observed Britney's girth then continued, "Even if you had a voice, which I doubt, your size would be an anchor!"

Helen backed away out of the kitchen, and Britney returned to the sink, and began to sing as she scrubbed the pots. With every song she sang, her voice became louder. Britney's voice carried out to the dining room where the customers could hear her sing, over the soft background music that played in the restaurant.

Mr. Broodooks was worried that Britney's voice was offending his clientele and he burst into the kitchen! Britney turned around with soapsuds over her hands and apron, "Like my stuff?"

In a very condescending tone, Mr. Broodooks remarked, "Actually Britney, the customers took up a collection for you."

Britney smiled, dimples emerging in her sweet face, "Really?"

Mr. Broodooks shook his head, then insidiously told her, "Yeah, a collection for you to sing in the parking lot."

Britney stood in shock, a single tear flowed over her chubby cheek. Mr. Broodooks approached Britney and was about to tell her to clam up, however Amy Jo waltzed in and interrupted him. "I heard what you just said, you second rate Colonel Sanders. If it was your uppity wench Helen singing, you wouldn't have a problem."

Amy Jo helped herself to some sliced ham on the counter, and continued talking as she ate, "You're a jerk. The fact is four of your customers just asked me, who was the girl with the lovely voice."

Mr. Broodooks grew angry, "How'd you like to become unemployed?"

Britney removed her apron and tossed it over the sink. Walking over to Amy Jo, Britney remarked, "We both quit!"

Looking to her friend, "Britney added, "Right?"

Amy Jo smiled, "Yeah right. We quit!"

Amy Jo took Britney By the hand, "Before we leave Brit, I think your fans might want to meet you."

Walking into the dining room, Amy Jo pulled Britney's arm into the air, then announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, Britney Spears!"

The crowd of customers, about 16 people all together, enthusiastically applauded. Britney graciously took a bow, then on the way to the door, shook hands and thanked every customer she entertained. Once outside of Billy Bob's, Britney turned to Amy Jo, "I'm happy that I was so well received but, without a job, how will I make enough cash to make a demo?"

Amy Jo took the key from Britney's hand, and unlocked the chain around her bike. "Actually Brit, I was thinking about that."

Handing Britney back the key, Amy Jo removed the chain, "Do me a favor, okay?"

Britney nodded, "Yeah, what?"

As Britney boarded her bike, Amy Jo told her, "Go straight home and wait for me. I've got a plan."

Britney smiled, "Cool. Kind of like mission impossible."

Taking off down the bumpy gravel road that led to her trailer, Britney heard Amy Jo yell to her, "And lose that uniform!"
 

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Part II- The Plan

Amy Jo had a gem of an idea all right. Trouble was, she couldn't pull it off by herself. She needed help, and this would bring Carl Lloyd Bradshaw into the picture.

Carl Lloyd was a square jaw, good looking young man with shiny black hair, and deep blue eyes. A jack-of-all-trades, mainly due to boredom and a huge sense of adventure, Carl was a hard man to be kept tied down. A high school drop out, Carl ran moonshine for a while, hung dry wall, worked at a gas station, and even sold used cars. His latest endeavor when he wasn't playing poker or shooting pool, was working for the Acme Pest Extermination Company.

As Amy Jo approached Carl Lloyd's tiny shack, two facts preyed on her mind. First, Carl's family was very wealthy. Maybe they disowned him a while back because of his lack of interest in an education, and because he showed no enthusiasm for a legitimate career. However, Amy Jo knew Carl Lloyd did have connections. Second, Amy Jo knew Carl Lloyd was smitten with her. In a funny twist of fate, Amy had very little romantic interest in Carl, but Britney was head over heels for the guy.

Sure, Amy Jo thought Carl Lloyd was a sweet and charming, decent enough young, but Britney claimed him first, and she wouldn't betray a friend. Not that she wanted to take advantage of Carl Lloyd, but Amy Jo knew, if she played her cards right, he could help launch Britney's career.

Carl Lloyd opened the screen door, and smiled as he greeted Amy Jo. Returning the smile, Amy Jo asked, "What does a girl have to do to be invited in?"

Moving out of the way so Amy Jo could enter, Carl Lloyd glanced over Amy's beautiful face and splendorous full figure. "Making home deliveries now, are we?" Carl Lloyd asked, as Amy Jo took a seat in his comfortable, yet small living room.

"No, Carl, actually Britney and I quit Billy Bob's about twenty minutes ago."

Carl nodded, "Never figure you much as a waitress anyhow. Your not the type."

Amy Jo lit a cigarette as Carl Lloyd went into the kitchen, and returned a minute later with a couple cups of coffee. "Plenty of milk in yours Amy. I remember how you like it."

Amy Jo smiled as Carl Lloyd handed her the cup, then asked, "And what is my type?"

Carl sipped his coffee then remarked, "I dunno, but not a waitress. Maybe a fashion model?"

Amy Jo laughed, "Your so full of it!"

Carl Lloyd told his heart's desire, "I meant it as a compliment."

Amy Jo giggled as she sipped her coffee, then replied, "Yeah, I know."

Carl Lloyd pulled up a chair, and sat down next to Amy Jo, whose lovely face exposed an uncomfortable smile. "This isn’t any social call Carl. I need a favor."

Carl Lloyd eased back into his chair, and lit a cigarette. "A favor? What kind of a favor?"

Amy Jo asked Carl Lloyd not to interrupt her until she finished. Carl Lloyd shook his head in agreement, and Amy Jo went into detail about what happen at Billy Bob's.

Carl Lloyd smiled as he listened, and once Amy Jo brought Carl up to current events, he replied, "I'm not surprised. Britney does have a very nice sing'n voice."

Then Carl Lloyd informed Amy Jo, "Just about two weeks ago, Britney rode over on that rusty old bike of hers. Right on my front lawn, like at 10 o'clock at night, she serenaded me with ‘Can't Help Falling in Love’."

Amy Jo sat up straight, and leaned in towards Carl Lloyd, "So you agree, Britney does have some talent."

Carl Lloyd nodded, "Yeah, sure Amy. But what does that have to do with me?"

Amy Jo cleared her throat, "We're going to make a demo tape of Britney singing, then drive out to California and get her a recording contract."

Carl Lloyd raised his eyebrows, "And you’re telling me this because?"

Amy Jo was to the point, "Your uncle has that recording studio not twenty miles from here, over in Jennings, Louisiana doesn't he? And haven't you made it known, you work there ever so often, cleaning the place for him."

Carl Lloyd shook his head, and grinned," Yeah, it's true. But let me ask you this Amy Jo? Even if I snuck Britney into the studio, you really think she'd make it as a pop singer?"

Amy Jo became defensive, "Why not? You said yourself, she had a very nice singing voice."

Carl Lloyd conceded the fact concerning Britney's voice, but added, "Britney's not pop singer material. She can't dance and aren't pop singers...."

Carl Lloyd stopped in mid sentence, for fear of insulting Amy Jo. Amy Jo smiled, "The word your looking for is slim. Trust me Carl, Britney will open the door and start a new trend for pop singers with ample figures."

Carl Lloyd agreed to Amy Jo's request, "Yeah, okay. You and Britney have enough faith, it's worth a shot."

Amy Jo bounced off the chair, and hugged Carl Lloyd as she thanked him. Carl Lloyd gently rubbed Amy Jo's upper arm, "We'll do it Saturday night, after midnight. Be on time."

Walking out to the porch, Amy Jo shook Carl Lloyd's hand then politely thanked him again. Carl Lloyd shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah babe, we'll see what happens."

As Amy Jo began to walk down the rotten wooden steps, she spun around and asked Carl Lloyd, "Why don't you like Britney?"

Carl Lloyd was taken back by the question, and with a puzzled look upon his face, replied, "I like Britney. What would make you ask such a silly question?"

Amy Jo walked back up the steps, "I meant in a romantic sense. Is it because she's heavy?"

Carl Lloyd laughed, "Of course not. Britney's a cute young lady."

Amy Jo was looking for a concrete reason. "Okay, so you find Britney attractive. Why don't you feel the same way for her, as she does for you? Britney thinks you're...well let's say cool, and leave it at that."

Carl Lloyd sat down on his porch swing, and Amy Jo followed. "Okay Amy, I'll give you my reasons."

Carl Lloyd rubbed his forehead, then continued, "First off...."

Amy Jo smiled as she interrupted Carl Lloyd, "You have a whole list? Maybe I ought to fetch a note pad."

Carl Lloyd responded by playfully squeezing Amy Jo's knee. Amy Jo laughed, then leaning on Carl Lloyd's shoulder, shifting the weight of her plump body against his. "You were saying Carl?"

Carl Lloyd went on, "First off, Britney dresses like a tramp."

Again, Amy Jo interrupted, "Yeah tell me about it. Britney thinks she looks sexy, but I keep telling her, there's a big difference between sexy and trashy."

Carl Lloyd nodded, "The night she rode over here, all she had on was a tube top, that was at least a size too small, and she ratty old cut off jeans, which she wore way too low. Maybe she thought she looked attractive, but honestly, to me she looked like a bimbo."

Amy Jo yawned, then stretched, as her top rode up, exposing the girdle she was wearing. Carl Lloyd snickered, "Why are you wearing that?"

Amy Jo explained as she pulled her top down, "The spandex material in these slacks doesn't do my belly any favors. But go on, you have a whole list of reasons why you're not interested in Britney."

Carl Lloyd smiled at Amy Jo's embarrassment, then obliged her by going on about Britney. "She lives with her mother at that run down trailer park. The place is full of white trash."

Amy Jo defended her friend by reminding Carl that his little shack doesn't have indoor plumbing. "And what do you call that small building you have, not 25 yards from here? Isn't that called an outhouse?"

Carl Lloyd rolled his eye's, "Mind if I go on?"

Amy Jo giggled and Carl Lloyd continued, "Another thing, Britney eats like a slob."

Amy Jo folded her arms over her ample bosom, "Mind explaining?"

Carl Lloyd shook his head. "She just wolf's down her food like she hadn't eat'n in a week. Remember last week when we went out for pizza? Britney ate so fast, we needed to order a second pizza for ourselves."

Amy Jo nodded in agreement, but again defended her friend. "So she has a good appetite. Anyways, Britney's on a diet and has lost four pounds this month."

Carl Lloyd smiled, "She's also way to flirtatious with me."

Amy Jo conceded, "Okay Carl, you have me there. I've seen Brit practically sit on top of you at the drive in."

Carl Lloyd softly laughed, then remarked, "I'm flattered that she's tak'n a shine to me. But does she really need ta tug on me and squeeze me, whenever we're together?"

Amy Jo stood up. "Yeah, I'll speak with Britney for ya Carl. Matter of fact, I'm go’ in to her place right now, and tell her about Saturday night."

"You do that," Carl Lloyd told Amy Jo, as she skipped down the steps. Watching Amy Jo drive away, Carl Lloyd mumbled to himself, "Maybe someday we can talk about us."

Removing her girdle as soon as she reached Britney's trailer, Amy Jo's luscious potbelly poured out over her slacks. Holding her soft protruding belly in her hands, Amy Jo giggled, "Not only am I a member of the thick chicks club, I'm the president."

Britney, who was in the kitchen helping herself to a gallon of ice cream from right out of the cartoon, humorously disagreed, "Actually I'm the president."

Then for effect, Britney pinched a roll of fat that hung over the waistband of her spandex slacks. Amy Jo opened the fridge, "Mind if I munch on something Brit? It wouldn't be polite if I let you eat alone."

Britney smiled as she nibbled on a spoonful of ice cream. "Go ahead. I want to see ya catch up to me."

Grabbing a whole pie, Amy Jo joined Britney at the kitchen table. "Are you serious Britney? Would you like me to get heavier?"

Britney guzzled down a large glass of milk, then resumed in eating the ice cream. "I didn't mean to offend you Amy Jo." Helping herself to some pie, which she quickly devoured, Britney explained, "Actually I was just teasing ya."

Britney took another piece of pie, and with the ice cream, ate as Amy Jo spoke. "No offense taken Brit. If I got heavier, who cares, I don't. The people who like me will still like me no matter how fat I got. I don't pay no mind to what other people think."

Britney munching away, asked, "How about the guys?"

Amy Jo laughed, "What about the guys! Listen Brit, there are guys who find thick chicks attractive."

Britney smiled, "That's what I wanted to hear. My mom's on my butt about my size, and you know the way Helen and some of the other people we know think."

Amy Jo returned the smile, "They have a right to their opinion but, as long as your happy with the way you look, that’s all that matters."

Britney scratched her big belly, "That’s the way I feel. I'm a sexy bitch."

With the look of concern upon her pretty face, Amy Jo sternly replied, "Don't call yourself that. Be proud of who you are Britney, but don't be vulgar. You're an attractive young lady."

Britney nodded, "I didn't mean anything wrong."

Amy Jo munched away on the pie, "I know you didn't buddy. You have to remember your image. The way you behave is exactly the way people will treat you."

Britney shook her head, and helped herself to some more pie, "Got'cha Amy Jo. I understand."

Humorously, Amy Jo asked, "Would you mind if I had some ice cream? After all, if I'm going to catch up to your size, ice cream will surely help my cause."

Britney handed her friend the carton, "Wow, what motivation!"

Amy Jo laughed as she plopped four scoops of ice cream on top of a huge piece of pie, "The fatter I become the more attractive I'll be."

Speaking as she ate, Amy Jo told Britney all about her meeting with Carl Lloyd. Britney was thrilled to no end, after Amy Jo explained what Carl Lloyd had arranged for Saturday night. "That sweet high roller! This could be our ticket out of hicksville!"

Amy Jo smiled as Britney gobbled up what remained of the ice cream, fussing over the recording session. Britney couldn't make up her mind what to sing, or what to wear Saturday night. However, Amy Jo had a handle on the situation. "Okay Britney, I think you should sing a song or two by Mandy Moore. After all, you know all her songs by heart, so it's the logical choice."

Britney nodded in agreement as she reclined in the chair, and began to eat the last piece of pie. Amy Jo helped herself to a large glass of milk, then as she grabbed a chocolate donut, advised Britney further. "As for what to wear, that’s easy. Dress nice, okay?"

Britney shrugged her shoulders, "Don't I always dress nice?"

Britney sat up straight, and adjusted her spandex slacks that were starting to get a little snug. "Shouldn't I dress sexy? You know, for Carl."

Amy Jo gave Britney the run down, "There's a big difference between sexy and trashy. Until you get a better understanding of the difference, I suggest you play it safe. Dress casual maybe a nice top and slacks. Okay?"

Britney asked, "What are you driving at? Don't you think I know how to dress?"

Amy Jo reached over, and took Britney by the hand, "Listen, I wouldn't hurt you for the world but, I got to tell you, you're a little behind when it comes to fashion."

Amy Jo eased back into her chair, and rubbed her bulging belly, "Trust me Brit, Carl Lloyd would appreciate it if you dressed casual."

Summing it up in the nicest possible way, Amy Jo informed Britney, that Carl Lloyd felt uncomfortable with the way she dressed. Britney took it on the chin, and thanked her friend for the advice. Amy Jo polished off the donut, guzzled the rest of the milk, looked to Britney and smiled, "After we make that demo, we're off to Hollywood!"

Saturday night rolled around, and Britney and Amy Jo showed up as planned. Taking her friend’s advice, Britney was casually dressed in a pink T-shirt and powder blue cut off jeans that favored her beautiful full figure. Sneaking into the recording studio, Britney asked," Where's the band?"

Carl Lloyd looked to Britney. "We’re just going to record your vocals tonight. Later this week I’ll add the music."

Amy Jo stood with her hands on her hips, "That just won’t do Carl."

Carl Lloyd sat back into a soft leather recliner, "Sorry, but remember I snuck you into this place. Even if I could sneak a band into here, who would pay them?"

The girls looked at one another, and Carl Lloyd continued. "We’ll take the vocals tonight, and later on this week I’ll add the music."

Amy Jo nodded, "Okay, if that's the best you can do, let’s do it. We’re leaving for L.A. in the morning."

Carl Lloyd franticly jumped out of the chair. "You’re going to L.A. in the morning!"

Britney smiled, and tapped her fingers on her big belly, "Yeah Carl, we're going to give the tape to Marx Records Inc."

Carl shrugged his shoulders, "Don't you think you should wait until I at least add some music?"

Amy Jo pushed Britney towards the recording booth, as she told Carl, "We're going to seize the day Carl. So let’s get the show on the road."

Carl complied, and recorded Britney singing two Mandy Moore songs. As Britney sang, Carl Lloyd looked over to Amy Jo, who was eating potato chips and enjoying a can of Dr. Pepper. Carl Lloyd smiled At Amy Jo, snugly wrapped in a tight black T-shirt and black spandex slacks, which showcased her beautiful round belly.

"No griddle?" Carl Lloyd asked smile still intact.

Amy Jo patted her tummy and replied in a chipper tone, "Na, I’m comfortable as is."

Afterwards as Amy Jo went to use the powder room, Carl took a seat next to Britney who was munching on some carrot sticks. "I’m watching what I eat Carl. Everyone tells me I’m much too fat to be a pop singer, everyone but Amy Jo that is."

Carl Lloyd smiled. "You look absolutely beautiful Britney."

Britney blushed as she eased back into the sofa. "Amy Jo is my best friend. She makes up for my lack of confidence."

Carl Lloyd tilted his head, and replied," I'd say you have a fine singing voice Britney. Confidence shouldn’t be a worry as far as your concern."

Britney cheerfully smiled," you really think I’m beautiful?"

Carl nodded, "Of course I do."

Amy Jo entered the room, and Carl Lloyd stood up. "You two gal’s leaving tonight?"

Britney giggled, "First thing in the morning Carl. Why?"

Carl drew a breath then scratched his head. "You think it’s a good idea to travel to L.A. without any male supervision?"

Amy Jo folded her arms over her ample bosom, as she sternly asked Carl, "What exactly are you implying?"

Carl looked to Britney, then back to Amy Jo. "The big city is a dangerous place for two sweet country girls to visit by themselves. I’d surely hate anyone to take advantage of you all."

Amy Jo smiled, "Are you saying we’re that naive?"

Carl shook his head;" Well I have to be honest. You’re both very special to me. I’d fear for your safety."

Amy Jo laughed, "If you’re looking for an invite to tag along, be blunt and speak your mind."

Carl lowered his head. "Actually, yeah I would love to join you gals."

Britney stood up, "What’cha think Amy Jo?"

Amy Jo nodded, "Yeah, fine with me."

Britney wrapped her arms around her two friends. "We're a team!"

Part Two- Road to Stardom

Arriving in L.A., Britney and her friends checked into a modest little motel not two miles away from the record company. Carl decided to take a nap and as he slept, Britney took a shower as Amy Jo figured out their next move. After her brief shower, Britney with her hair set in big rollers and a worn out pink bathrobe approached Amy Jo.

Reaching for a donut, Britney took a seat next to her friend.

"Dieting is about the hardest thing I’ve ever done Amy," Britney announced with a smile upon her pretty face.

Amy grabbed a donut for herself. "Tell me about it Brit. But as I told you before, it’d be rude if I let you snack alone."

Amy Jo patted her protruding belly then slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of the green spandex slacks she wore. "It’s only a matter of time my friend, until I catch up to you."

Britney giggled, "Seriously I doubt that unless I lose a hundred pounds or so."

Amy Jo helped herself to some chocolate milk and then smiled. "I don’t think so Britney. I weighed myself before we left and I’ve put on a few pounds. I’m closing in on 160."

Britney reached over and grabbed another donut, and placed it in front of Amy Jo. "Come on then girl, join the club!"

Amy Jo laughed and as she munched told Britney about what she had planned. "Tomorrow, first thing in the morning we’ll scattle down to the Marx Recording studio and let them hear your recordings."

Britney was all in a knot. "What if they don’t cotton much to me?"

Amy Jo reassured her friend, "Then they're full of beans. You have an absolute beautiful voice, if they don’t appreciate it, we'll take your recordings elsewhere."

Britney helped herself to the chocolate milk then grabbed a second donut for herself. "What if they say I’m too fat to be a pop star, then what?"

Amy Jo shook her head, "Don’t be putting yourself down, ya hear? Your a beautiful gal, and with your voice. Hell, they'd be making a big mistake by rejecting you because you don’t look like a twig."

That was enough for Britney. She smiled like she was full of confidence. Amy Jo looked over to Carl Lloyd who was snoring. "One bed in this room, and you’d think he’d be a gentleman and take the floor."

Britney remarked with a smile as she bit into the donut, "Don’t be so hard on him, after all, Carl’s been a big help."

Amy Jo grinned, "Yeah, suppose you're right. So what piece of the floor do ya want?"

The next morning as the three friends entered the Marx Recording Inc. the receptionist was all but helpful. A perky young thing no older than 21 with a preppy short hairstyle and black frame glasses. "I’m sorry, but no can do. We only accept recordings sponsored by agents."

Amy Jo leaned over the desk, "But I am her agent."

The young lady smiled, and drew a breath, "If you’re an agent, then I’m Jennifer Lopez."

Britney took a seat, and whined, "It’s no use guys. No one will ever hear my recordings."

Amy Jo walked over to Britney; "We didn’t drive all this way to have the door slammed in your face."

Amy Jo stormed over to the receptionist. "I want to speak to someone who’s above you. Like the manager or your supervisor!"

The young lady picked up the phone, then remarked to Amy Jo, "You know how many walk-ins we get a day? I’ll tell you Missy it’s no use."

The receptionist dialed a number then spoke to someone on the receiving end of the line. After a quick conversation, she looked back to Amy Jo. "Mr. Haughton’s at a meeting. Take a seat, and I’ll call you when he’s available."

Amy Jo joined Britney on the couch as Carl Lloyd pulled up a chair to wait with them. The hours dragged, before they new it four hours rolled by. The receptionist left for lunch without saying a word and the three friends continued their wait. A couple of minutes later a rather dapper young man in a business suit entered and Amy Jo ran over to greet him. "Are you Mr. Haughton?"

He shook his head then explained, "I heard you have a demo tape for me to listen to, however unless brought in by an agent, and I mean professional agent, I can’t help you. Sorry."

With that remark Mr. Haughton promptly entered the men’s room.

Britney’s head dropped as she replied, "We came all this way for nothing."

Amy Jo walked over to Carl, and placed the tape recorder into his hands. "Go on Carl, follow him into the john and play this for him."

Carl blinked his eyes. "You’re kidding me right?"

Amy Jo shook her head, "No way we’re going to travel this far to go home empty handed."

Carl stood up. "I can’t believe your having me do this."

Looking down at Britney a bright smile upon her sweet face, Carl replied, "Oh well,it can't hurt."

Once in the restroom, Carl played the tape as Mr. Haughton sat in the stall. A few minutes later Carl and Mr. Haughton walked out of the men’s room and approached the ladies.

Mr. Haughton looked to Amy Jo. "You have a beautiful voice young lady. Why don’t I arrange some studio time for you and we’ll see what you can do with a piano."

Amy Jo wrapped her arm around Britney’s shoulder, "That’s not me with the beautiful voice, but Britney!"

Mr. Haughton glanced over Britney’s beefy 300-pound body then looked back to Amy Jo. "You can’t be serious?"

Confusion took to Amy’s face, "I am serious, what’s the matter?"

Mr. Haughton scratched the back of his neck, "Ain’t she kind of fat?"

Britney blinked her eyes, "Yeah, I’ve got a full figure what does that have to do with my voice?"

Mr. Haughton's tone of voice became cold. "I wouldn’t know how to market an overweight singer, especially a young lady like yourself. See me when you drop a couple hundred pounds."

Just like that Mr. Haughton left the room and the three friends stood in silence. Just for a moment though, because another young man approached the group. "Excuse me, I’m Ken O’Reilly and I heard this girl's recording in the stall as well."

Britney lit up, "Did you like my voice?"

Ken nodded, "Yeah I do. Forget about what Haughton said. He’s a big jerk to begin with."

Amy Jo placed her hands over her wide hips, "You think you might be able to give Britney a break?"

Ken shook his head, "Actually I work for a marketing agency and think I might be able to use her voice for commercials.

Turning to Britney, Ken continued. "If that's okay with you?"

Britney reached over and hugged Ken. "That’s a start. Sure!"

Part Three - Britney's Success

A year and a half later, Britney’s life was all the more sweeter. Britney’s vocals were used on quite a few commercials from Burger King to Gap Jeans. After Britney made a name for herself singing jingles, Ken O’Reilly managed to have Britney lend her voice to a couple of movie soundtracks.

Britney did so well financially that she rescued her mother from the trailer court and bought her a big house in Palm Springs. Though never becoming the pop sensation she once hoped to become, Britney did record a few albums and had a small, but loyal fan following. Seems radio stations gave Britney very little airtime, since it was difficult to market a full figure pop singer to a nation of thin obsessed youths.
Matter of fact, Britney’s first video featured a slim young gal lip-syncing to Britney’s vocals.

Britney tried to diet but had the reverse effect. By the time Britney tried her last weight loss plan; she tipped the scales at 325-pounds. Britney’s fans didn’t seem to care; they'd travel miles to see her shows. Not being able to headline herself, Britney was usually the opening act for the Go-Go’s or Beach Boys. However, Britney was delighted that many people in the audience enjoyed her voice. As Ken took full reign in promoting Britney’s career, the bonds of friendships blossomed into a true love.

One evening, as Britney was relaxing in her dressing room after opening for the Go-Go’s, to her surprise she had a couple of visitors. It was Amy Jo and Carl Lloyd, who she hadn’t seen in over a year. Britney blinked her eyes in amazement for Amy Jo was now 300-plus pounds herself. Looking cute in a pink turtle neck sweater and jeans, Amy Jo had a completely round butterball shape. Amy Jo placed her hands over her wide hips and smiled, "See Britney, I told ya, I’d catch up to you."

Britney smiled," You were right Amy Jo, and you look beautiful!"

Carl Lloyd wrapped his arms around Amy Jo’s thick waist, and kissed her apple cheek, "I couldn’t agree with ya more."

Amy Jo told Britney how they’ve been keeping track of her career and have all her albums. As Amy Jo spoke, Britney noticed the diamond ring on her finger. "Hey, when did this happen?"

Carl Lloyd remarked, "I guess after you bought us that service station, everything fell together. The wedding is next February, we hope you can make it?"

Britney yelled, "Make it! I’ll sing at the wedding!"

Amy Jo lit up, "We we’re hoping you would."

Placing her hands on the shoulders of her friends, Britney chimed, "We’ll go out and celebrate. I’ll call Ken at the hotel, and have us picked up in a limo. Then we’ll take in a fancy restaurant, and afterwards we'll find us a dance club."

Amy Jo leaned up against Britney’s side, "I’ve really missed you Brit."

Britney playfully squeezed her friend, "Yeah, I miss the both of you as well. Maybe you’d like to move to Palm Springs with momma and me."

Carl Lloyd blushed, "Britney, haven’t you done enough for us already?"

Britney removed her arm from Amy Jo and walked to the mirror to brush her hair. "Na, no way. If it wasn’t for you two I’d still be waitressing tables."

Amy Jo moved in next to Britney, and removed the brush from her hand. "Your the best Brit," Amy Jo remarked as she began combing Britney’s long mane.

Britney smiled, "You hungry Amy Jo?"

Amy Jo glanced over her soft round body in the mirror and replied with a giggle, "Yeah, just look at me, can't ’cha tell? I’m a girl who loves to eat."

Britney laughed," Good to hear! It wouldn’t be polite if I let you eat alone."

Epilogue

Christina Aguilera arrived home from the mall. Without a word of greetings to her mother who was planted in front of the television, Christina flew up the stairs to her room. Slamming the door shut, Christina opened up the C.D. she just bought. Looking at the cover, Christina smiled at the photograph of her hero, Britney Spears.

Rubbing her bulging round belly, the 290-pound Christina placed the C.D. into the stereo and began dancing around the room as well as singing along as it played. Her long platinum blond mane flew wildly into the air as her chubby pear shaped body moved like jell-o with her every step. Her bedroom door flew open and Mrs. Aguilera shouted at her daughter, "What in the name of heck is going on here young lady!"

Christina smiled as she shut of the stereo. "I’m practicing mom. I’m going to be a big star just like Britney!"

Finis

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