The shrill ring of her alarm clock woke Lydia from her slumber. Very unladylike, she grunted and smacked the top of her alarm clock to stop the noise. Still in bed, she briefly considered rolling over and trying to get back to bed. Then she remembered she had school and finally dragged herself out of bed to get ready. As much as she wanted to sleep, she couldn't skip school no matter how tired she was.

Changing into her school uniform, Lydia tried to figure out why she was so tired. The only thing she could attribute it to was the dream she had all last night that had her tossing in turning in her sleep. She could remember having some powerful dream that was slipping from her mind every second. She could remember some things like teeth, flesh, saliva and her mouth slowly opening to swallow something. Lydia shook her head, it was all a blur and the more she tried to remember the more her head hurt. Putting the strange dream out of her mind, Lydia adjusted her bra and headed downstairs to have breakfast with her parents. The thought of food brought a smile to Lydia's lips, she was oddly hungry this morning.

"Hi dad. Hi mom," Lydia calmly said as she took her seat at the breakfast table. Lydia's mother, Delia, was serving pancakes this morning, the instant kind because she couldn't cook to save her life. Beside Lydia, her father, Charles, looked wearily at his newspaper, ignoring everything but the written word in front of him. It was a normal boring day in the Deetz house and the second Lydia sat down, she wished Beetlejuice were there to turn this boring morning around.

"Morning pumpkin, would you like some pancakes?" Delia politely asked as she flashed her big plastic smile. Lydia quickly nodded, finding her mother's smile creepy and not in the way she liked. Her smile literally plastic, Delia had a surgery to laminate her teeth for a never fading shine. It made Beetlejuice's spinning head look tame by comparison.

"Thanks, mom," Lydia said as her mother put a plate of a dozen pancakes on the table for everyone to eat. Delia turned her back, missing the sudden ravenous look on Lydia's face. Without thinking, Lydia put one, two, three pancakes on her plate and quickly dug in. The pancakes disappeared from her plate in a flash, but she was still hungry. This time Lydia grabbed five fluffy flapjacks and added a large amount of syrup. They were finished just as fast, only messier. With her stomach still growling, Lydia took the rest of the pancakes onto her plate and stuffed them two at a time into her mouth as fast as her tiny hands could. In less then a minute she had downed a dozen pancakes.

"Need to go," Lydia said in a rush. She grabbed a napkin to clean the crumbs and syrup from her mouth and ran for the door. Eating a dozen pancakes in one sitting was weird, even by her standards. It made her think about yesterday and the Tummy Tonic that had gotten all over her. Beetlejuice had said it was harmless, but coming from him that wasn't much of a certainty. After school, she was definitely going to talk to the ghost with the most about how harmless the tonic really is.

After Lydia left, Delia turned to see if anyone had eaten her pancakes. At the sire of the empty plate, her eyes narrowed and she turned to her husband, who hadn't looked away from his paper. The thought of Lydia eating all the breakfast she made never crossed her mind. The only explanation was that her husband, who had already gone up a belt size over the summer, had pilfered all the pancakes.

"Your going on a diet," she icily told Charles, who remained quiet. In these kinds of situations, it was best to just nod you head and play along.

"Yes, dear," he answered in a monotone voice, never taking his head out of the paper.




"Urp."

Covering her mouth quickly, Lydia looked around the nearly full classroom to see if anyone heard her burp. It was a few minutes until the last bell and everyone was getting to their seats. In the rush to get seated, no one noticed the tiny belch that had come from the palest student in school. Slumping back into her seat, Lydia sighed loudly because of the stress she was under. She knew something was wrong, but she couldn't figure out what. It was like she was hungry, but couldn't think of any food that could satisfy her. Maybe a quiet, normal day at school would help her figure out what was wrong.

"Coming through, like, the most beautiful girl in school entering the room."
Feeling a headache coming on, Lydia forced herself to look up and see Claire Bruster, the most spoiled, rotten girl she had ever met. Usually, Lydia ignored her, but it was too hard to disregard the tanned blond this morning. Raising her eyes, Lydia's eyes nearly popped out of her skull at the sight of Claire. Her first thought was that Beetlejuice had to be playing a prank, but not even he was this sick.

With a bounce in more then just her step, Claire strutted in front of the class, showing off an impressive pair of double-Ds. Claire hadn't been seen for a few days, supposedly seeing a doctor. It didn't take a genius to see that her doctor was a plastic surgeon. All of the girls, Lydia included stared with their mouths open at Claire's new big chest. The top wasn't buttoned, showing off a large valley of cleavage and tons of tanned flesh. Soaking up the stares she was getting, Claire coyly giggled.

"I totally had a growth spurt during the weekend. Pretty amazing, even for me, no?" Choruses of yeses and loud support came bursting from the class. It was obvious they were fake, but no one had the guts to say it to Claire's face. Lydia would have stood up and called Claire a liar, but her mind was off somewhere else. Her mind went fuzzy and breathing labored at the sight of Claire's fleshy chest. Lydia licked her lips absentmindedly, remembering how unfilled her body felt after breakfast. A craving for meat filled her, but the idea of eating a steak or burger didn't bring her any solace. Lydia's eyes lingered on Claire even as class started. She was hungry for something in particular, but her mind couldn't figure it out.



The rest of Lydia's day was normal, she finished her first class, went to her second, even had a small bite to eat at lunch. She considered getting something huge to eat at the cafeteria, but the thought of stuffing herself with processed cafeteria food didn't seem like the way to fill the void inside her. It was after lunch, when she was getting ready for Gym when it happened.
Lydia took a long time to change before gym, she had to apply make-up that didn't run to keep her pale color and she was always fussy when putting on her embarrassing gym clothes. She always was the last person to finish changing, however today she wasn't completely alone.

"Get in you, like, stupid things!" Claire growled as she stood alone in her panties trying to stuff her over inflated chest into her bra. The tanned brat was having a little problem managing her new chest and was taking twice as long to change. Lydia paused from her own changing to watch Claire try to fit each breast into the cups, only to have them spill out. It made Lydia glad to have an average C-cup chest that was easy to manage.

"What are you looking at, freak?!" Claire screamed at Lydia as her frustration mounted. Being called a freak didn't faze Lydia and she took a step closer to Claire to confront her. Getting right into the semi-nude drama queens face, Lydia looked her right in the eyes and smirked softly.

"I'm looking at you, silicone valley queen. Nice boobs, get them by the pound?" Lydia nearly cracked up at the look of absolute horror written on Claire's face. She had really believed that no one knew about her implants. Horror was replaced with anger as Claire reached forward and Pinched Lydia's stomach between her fingers.

"The only one that needs to see a doctor is you! You have to weigh at least a hundred pounds! Your ass is too big, your complection too pale and your face just plain ugly. No wonder there isn't a boy around that can look at you!"

"Don't touch me!" Lydia cried out and slapped Claire's hands away. The blonde's words echoed in her head, growing louder as the hunger grew inside her body. Was that why Beetlejuice never thought about her romantically, because she was ugly?

Rage swelled up inside Lydia as she turned to her rival with blazing eyes. Claire swallowed nervously at the look of murder on Lydia's normally dejected face. With her mind covered in a red haze, Lydia reached out towards Claire, primal instincts now guiding her hand. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, up until it was too late.