What a Life

Chapter 1

The sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the apartment. Ethan slowly woke up, feeling the weight of his body sinking deeply into the plush mattress. A gentle warmth surrounded him, telling him that Leah and Neta were already awake—or at least, one of them was.

"Are you ready for your breakfast?" a soft whisper came from beside him.

Neta smiled down at him, her tousled hair falling over her face as she gazed at him with gleaming eyes. Behind her, Leah was already busy in the kitchen, the familiar sounds of stirring and clinking dishes filling the space.

Ethan stretched, feeling how his larger body moved with a newfound heaviness. It was no longer unfamiliar—his old habits had disappeared long ago.

Neta helped him sit up, and he felt his full stomach resting comfortably against him, a pleasant and familiar weight.

Leah returned with a tray laden with food—fluffy pancakes dripping with maple syrup, buttery croissants, and a bowl of fruit topped with fresh whipped cream.

"You have to try this," she said, holding a piece of croissant up to his lips.

Ethan smiled, opened his mouth, and let Leah feed him gently. He chewed slowly, savoring the flavors, feeling Neta’s satisfied gaze on him as Leah continued pampering him with small bites, each one sweeter than the last.

They already knew exactly how he liked it—how to stroke his arm as he ate, how to whisper soft words when he was full, how to make him want just a little more, even when he was completely satisfied.

And that was exactly what he wanted.

As he finished his meal, Neta leaned against him, running her fingers gently over his stomach.

"You’re perfect," she murmured, almost in a whisper.

Leah approached from behind, placing her hands on his shoulders and massaging them softly. "We’ve already surpassed what we dreamed of," she whispered in his ear. "But tell me… how do you feel about it?"

Ethan paused for a moment, looking at them. He once knew himself as a slim man, almost unnoticed. Now, every time he entered a room, he felt his body filling the space, felt the way they admired him.

"I feel… complete," he finally said.

Leah and Neta exchanged a smile.

"And it’s only getting better," Neta said with a wink.

The days passed, and this new routine became completely natural. Ethan stopped questioning things, stopped doubting.

His days were filled with indulgent meals, intimate moments with Leah and Neta, and hours of relaxation and surrender. They cared for him like no one ever had, and he found himself opening up to them more and more.

"We're a family," Leah said one evening as they sat together on the wide couch.

Ethan looked at them, feeling the warmth surrounding him, the security they gave him.

"Yeah," he smiled. "A family."

And he knew, deep down, that he would never want to go back to who he was before.

Ethan’s transformation wasn’t just physical—it was deeper, emotional. For months, he had lived in a world where Leah and Neta were his everything, where he trusted them completely, where he surrendered himself fully.

But the world outside still existed.

One day, his phone rang. It was an old friend, Adam, someone he hadn’t spoken to in a long time.

"You disappeared," Adam said, sounding concerned. "What’s going on with you, man?"

Ethan hesitated for a moment, glancing toward the kitchen, where Leah and Neta were preparing another lavish meal.

"I’m fine," he finally replied. "Life just took me in a different direction."

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Listen, let’s meet up. A beer, something small, like old times."

Ethan’s heart pounded. Once, that would have sounded like a great idea. Now? He wasn’t sure how the outside world would react to him, how Adam would see his new appearance.

He looked back toward Leah and Neta. They knew he would have to face this at some point, but he saw in their eyes that they were there to support him.

"I’ll think about it," he finally said.

He arrived at the café where he used to meet Adam. The chair beneath him felt tighter than he remembered, and the loose-fitting clothes he wore couldn’t hide his much fuller figure.

When Adam saw him, his eyes widened.

"Wow…" he muttered before recovering. "You look… different."

Ethan smiled slightly. "Yeah, I went through a change."

He watched as Adam struggled to find the right words, as his eyes scanned Ethan’s larger frame.

"Are you okay with it?" Adam finally asked.

Ethan took a deep breath. A few months ago, maybe he would have shrunk away from that question. Now? He simply smiled.

"I’m happy," he replied.

And Adam, after a moment of silence, smiled too.

"That’s what matters."

When he returned home, Leah and Neta were waiting for him.

"Well?" Neta asked, stepping closer and resting a warm hand on his stomach.

"It was… strange," Ethan admitted, "but I feel good about it. I’m at peace with who I am now."

Leah smiled, hugging him from behind. "And that’s all that matters."

He knew the world outside would always be there, full of opinions, questions, and glances. But what truly mattered—was how he felt about himself.

And as he sat with Leah and Neta that evening, eating with delight, enjoying the way they cared for him, loved him, cherished every part of his new self—he knew he had no regrets.

This was his journey, his choice. And he wouldn’t change a thing.

A few weeks later, as Ethan woke up one morning, he found Neta and Leah sitting on the couch, looking at something on the computer.

"What are you two looking at?" he asked, stretching slowly.

Neta grinned. "We were thinking of going away for the weekend. Somewhere quiet, with lots of good food and plenty of space to relax."

Ethan loved the idea. Though he had grown used to life at home with the two of them, he felt like a change of scenery would be nice.

"Sounds perfect," he said, moving closer and sitting between them.

Leah hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder. "It’ll be a weekend of pure indulgence."

When they arrived at the secluded cabin, Ethan couldn’t help but be impressed. The place was spacious, private, with lush greenery and a pool just for them.

Leah and Neta wasted no time. They set up the room, opened a bottle of wine, and prepared a table filled with rich foods—cheeses, fresh breads, thick sauces, and decadent chocolates.

"We’re going to spoil you even more than usual this time," Neta said with a playful wink.

Ethan chuckled, sinking into the plush couch as they filled his plate.

The cool evening breeze surrounded them, and the atmosphere was utterly peaceful.

Later that night, as they sat together on the porch, gazing up at the stars, Ethan realized something.

He was exactly where he wanted to be.

He didn’t care what others thought, didn’t care what they said. He had found a place where he felt loved, desired, and complete.

He looked at Leah and Neta, who smiled at him with satisfaction, and whispered: "I don’t need anything more than this."

They leaned closer to him, smiling.

"And that’s exactly what we wanted to hear."

And in that moment, he knew—he was truly home.