Living Life to the Fullest

This story actually took a major hard turn. It was supposed to be a bit darker with some dark humor, but (mainly due to space) it ended up becoming a much happier tale. Also? I'll take a body like that, please. I don't know who she is, but she's absolutely gorgeous.

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Gabe had been (and still was) a bit of a loser. He loved video games, food, was a geek, and had been all his life. He'd even been lucky enough to score a computer based job that he could do remotely! But the programmer's easy and sedentary personal and work life did nothing for his bloated body...Which did nothing for his love life. Gabe had never had a girlfriend, had never had sex and the most intimate relationship he had was with his left hand and the picture of whatever video game or anime woman struck his fancy at the moment. But he wasn't some gross, cruel and woman hating misogynist incel, Gabe kept his home clean and always tried to choose the nice option when dealing with people...and like most geeks simy didn't know how to talk to women despthis desire to find someone. His online friends weren't quite cutting it anymore and his overall not-that-good looks and lack on interest in non-geeky topics just made it hard to meet anyone (and not just women). The loneliness was starting to get to Gabe a bit, and he was starting to have some...not so great thoughts. That was when he found the Ring. Gabe didn't know where it had come from, but when he'd been bringing in his groceries, the small band of gold metal had been sitting at the base of his apartment door. He'd done the right thing, posting lost and found images of the ring around the apartment complex, but after a month of no one showing up to claim it, Gabe decided he'd just keep it himself. And now that it was his, the fat programmer finally felt comfortable in actually trying the thing on just for shits and giggles. It was, like everything else about the ring, a little weird though; there were times when the ring looked far, far too small for his chunky fingers...Yet other times, much like the day he decided toput it on, it was a perfect size for him! Of course, as the metallic band slipped past his knuckle and settled into place, Gabe was NOT prepared for what was about to happen next.

"Huh, fits perfe-" Gabe had attempted to say before a bright flash of silver burst from the ring! He raised a hand to protect his face, but as quickly as the light hand appeared, it was gone! And his hand, formerly large and pudgy was now slender and small! In fact, both of his hands were! Gabe looked down in shock and surprise and was met with a canyon of cleavage that was poking through the now greatly oversized blue t-shirt he had been wearing, where impressively large breasts with threatening to slip free over the dangling collar of the once tight shirt! Long brown hair pooled softly on the flawlessly tanned skin, a far cry from his greasy, receding hairline he'd possessed just a moment ago. His oversized shorts and boxers slid across large hips and down smooth, skinny legs that no longer touched, piling on top of small, delicate looking feet. "O-oh my god!" Gabe gasped out, before a hand shot to his mouth, the tiny fingers pressing against the full lips as a stranger's and VERY feminine voice oozed out. After a moment, Gabe reached for the ring and pulled it off his finger...And the silver light burst out once more as Gabe, thankfully, reverted to his original, obese body! He wheezed a heavy sigh of relief as he stared at the golden band sitting innocently in the palm of his hand, looking like nothing more than a normal ring. Curious, Gabe plucked it up once more and slid it over his finger once more and...FLASH!

And that had been life for Gabe for the past year. He was spending almost ALL of his time as 'Gabriella' now, the short, tanned and incredibly sexy woman he became every time he put on the ring. He LOVED being a woman, not because he felt like like 'it was who he was supposed to be', but because she was fit and healthy and again, sexy. Being her gave him a confidence and energy that he had lacked before, a fresh perspective on a life that he had become pretty jaded and cynical about. At the start, Gabe had spent HOURS in front of his bathroom mirror, feeling up the new body he found himself in. Fondling the enormous boobs that hung off him, tracing the trimmed bush that hid the once terrifying slit that nestled between his shapely new legs. Making kissy faces and taking selfies and everything in-between as he played out his sexual dreams and desires...Even if it was by himself. But soon, the groping seasons no longer thrilled him. Instead the transformed man had started venturing into the realm of fashion! After all, nothing Gabe owned fit his new persona's body! He started small, and after some exhaustive research into bust sizes and how to take measurements, the sexy programmer ordered some panties and some basica yoga wear from the Internet. It would have been just as quick to go to the nearby retail store, but Gabe felt it would be...weird, for a big fat guy to be buying women's clothing. Better to just have it delivered, and besides, strutting around the apartment naked (or fulfilling some 'woman in man's clothing kink) was hardly the worst fate. But once he had tasted the excitement of trying on new clothes as a woman...It was all downhill from there.

Gabe spent thousands of dollars on new clothes. From prom dresses to mini-skirts, to evening gowns and nighties, from high dollar lingerie to trashy micro-skirts and thongs, Gabe, or rather, Gabriella, had to try it all! She looked stunning in most things she tried on, but when she discovered how to do makeup...The tanned beauty took her own breath away the firt time she perfected putting on the expensive applications. More pictures followed, and Gab/Gabriella worshipped herself in a shrine to her own narcissism. But eventually that too wasn't enough. It was time to find an audience. At least one outside of the Internet where she had grown very comfortable parading around her rockin' bod for cash (and compliments). No, it was time to go out and start living a life that Gabe had denied himself, but Gabriella was no longer going to deny HERSELF! She was shy at first, the feeling of so many eyes of men and women locked upon her, but the longing stares and jealous glares soon became something she relished. She became a common sight at the clubs and bars around town, but if she ever became uncomfortable...All she had to do was take the ring off. After getting naked, of course. Her clothes were WAY too expensive on a Hulk-out (more like Bulk-out) sequence. But all the dancing, the fun flirting, the occasional hot and heavy kissing session in a back booth or hallway with some lucky guy or girl...It was building to something. Something that was warm and...wet. And the more time that Gabe spent as his alter-ego, the harder it became to ignore. There was only so much that the admittingly thrilling feeling of hier fingers could provide, something that her male half had more than enough sad experience with. No, Gabriella knew that she needed...More.

At first the thought of having sex with a man was repulsive, enough to make Gabriella go back to being Gabe for a couple of days, but she'd always return. It felt too GOOD being her to stay in that revolting pile of flab. At first she tried picking up chicks, which was a little tricky but was a lot of fun, but the feeling that something was missing never went away, even in the midst of playing with scissors. No, it was clear what this body needed, and Gabe, Gabriella steeled herself and decided that the next time she went out, she would bring home a man. It was laughably easy, given how amazing she looked and how much experience she had gotten with baiting the trap before vanishing and leaving some poor guy rock hard in the backroom of a club, but that didn't get rid of the thrill of having a man throw her into her own bed, naked and eager as he descended upon her. The feeling of her body grinding against his, the electric sensation of something hard, hot and strong split her fold and thrust up into her, causing her to scream in pleasure as she squirmed. Like all things with the previously fat, lonely and sexually inexperienced man, she mastered it. So what if Gabriella was starting to develop something of a 'reputation' for easy one night stands? It felt great, and it felt like...living. The best part of it all was that simply taking off the ring and putting it back on seemingly eliminated the threat of being pregnant. After all, if there's no female organs...Then there was no way for it to happen, right? She could party and be free and alive for as long as she needed!

Of course, until she had been forced to be Gabe once again. Stupid video meetings and phone calls where she had to use the fat man's voice and face to keep earning a paycheck. Gabriella didn't actually exist otherwise. But being a sack of flab for a few hours every couple of days wasn't too much of a price to pay for the new life she lived. And she always made sure to keep the ring nearby, just in case. But the moment the call or meeting ended, the ring was back on, the silver flash returning Gabriella to the smooth, tanned skin and wonderful feeling of being, well, alive. She did feel guitly, every once in a while, that she had essentially robbed Gabe of his life. Deep down she knew it had been his choice, that she WAS still Gabe on some level and that her happiness was his happiness...

"Sorry, big guy" She muttered one night with a sad smile, staring at Gabe's sad reflection in the bathroom mirror before the flash wiped him away once more, leaving her standing there with Gabe's oversized clothing sliding off her curvy form. It wouldn't be so bad if it didn't feel so good. Maybe if the ring had simply made Gabe into just a female version of himself, just as fat and lonely as he was, maybe she wouldn't have taken over so completely...and maybe he wouldn't have given up on himself so quickly.

Gabriella's life was beautiful but borrowed. She tried not to dwell too much on it anymore. And she definitely never tried to find out where the ring had come from, who had left it on her door and why it seemed to be just what the lonely man had needed. Maybe it had just been a tiny miracle in a life that needed one. Instead, she just tried to life to the fullest, enough for both of them.