The ring had been sold to the aged beauty, Diane. A women well past her prime, she had been quite the looker in her youth. Armed with a disarming smile and an hourglass figure, young Diane had been among the most popular girls in town. She had even managed to snag a modeling contract, though a chance pregnancy after graduation (and another one not long after the first) ended any hope of that. She settled into parenting, content to be a mother and accepting the damage it would do to her looks.
Twenty years on and she looked like a swollen version of her old self. Her breasts, already large in her youth, had inflated to a sizeable pair of Double-Ds which would have been wonderful had they not begun to sag a bit under their own weight. Her thighs and ass had grown as well, thickening with blubber and jiggling uncomfortable with each step she took. Perhaps worst of all was her belly; previously flat, two children had given her birth weight that seemed to never go away. Diane was heavily insecure in the changes that had come to her and it was no surprise that they were the catalyst for the ring's first usage.
Not long after having left the shop, Diane found herself back on the bus towards home. At that time of the day and in that part of town the bus was almost entirely empty save for herself, the driver, and a pair of boys. Teenagers, judging from their clothes. Maybe even classmates with her own kids. They were loud, obnoxious assholes, and Diane did her best to ignore them but before long the two decided to insert themselves into her life.
"What about her?" the taller of the two said. "She's kind of hot. In a milf-y way."
"You kiddin'?" the chubby, uglier one asked. "Look at her man, she's fat as hell. You're just obsessed with her tits. I mean, she was hot maybe forty years ago."
The anger within Diane ignited like gasoline to a spark. She wasn't fat, just chubby! She wanted to slap the shit out of the two kids but knew, of course, that she couldn't. Diane would sit there and take it, like always. Or at least she would have, if not for the ring clasped around her finger. Even without a direct command, the demonic artifact began to glow a brilliant, blinding red. It read her unconscious desires, and acting on its own accord, the ring unleashed its power upon the two.
In an instant, they were...