Downward & Upward: Complete Prologue - Breast Expansion (Commission Story Starring Alena Ostanova)

Hello everyone! I hope you are all doing great. For this week's story content, here's the full, complete prologue for 'Downward & Upward', the story officially featuring erotic model, Alena Ostanova. Thank you so much to her for accepting to do this project with us. As the title of this post already states it, this story is centered around macromastia and breast expansion in general.

I hope you will love what you are going to read here today. And as always, comments, feedback, ideas, and requests are all highly welcomed.

Thank you! 

Downward & Upward

An Original Hentai Short Story

Story By

Camille Juteau

Model

Alena Ostanova

Commissioned By

Kademann

Prologue

Alena will be eighteen-year-old tomorrow. But even though she was just about to become an adult in only a few hours, she didn't really feel like a woman really. She had virtually no breasts, barely filling an A cup bra. Alena had a poor idea of herself and what a woman was. Women didn’t need to have big breasts to be women. She knew it, but didn’t believe it in her heart. No matter how many times her mother told her, she still ignored all the noise around her and prayed to one day have somewhat larger tits. Not only that, but she wished to have bigger hips and butt.

She looked at her own reflection in the mirror in the corner of her bedroom. Her palms covered her nipples and at the same time, most of her breasts. Even though it was her birthday tomorrow, she didn’t have any indication of a smile on her face. She felt more depressed than ever. 

I simply wished I had a C cup at least… Or even a B cup would be fine honestly… She thought as she sighed. That night, she went to sleep early without even realizing that something was happening during her rest. Alena was born in nineteen-ninety-two and her Mother had her during the night at exactly two, forty-two AM. Tonight, on the very inception of her eighteenth birthday, at two-forty-two AM, her tiny A-cup breasts suddenly started moving as she turned eighteen-year-old in her sleep. The movement was a little odd. The skin of her breasts was drastically pulled up toward the air almost as if someone was pulling with his or her fingers on her skin. Was this only because she turned around in her bed and her chest shook a little following her body movements? Or was it due to something categorically different happening in the room? 

*** 

The next morning, Alena woke up with a strange feeling in her chest. She felt a buzzing in her breasts. It caused her a shade of pain, but wasn’t a horrible aching, it was something tolerable. Much like when a part of her body itched, but never-ending. The buzzing sensation felt like she had a few flies in her chest. Something really weird that she had never felt before. Not too long after going downstairs and being wished a happy birthday by her parents and three brothers, she tried her best to keep how she felt a secret from her family. But as the day went on, she quickly realized that the itching buzzing sensation was not about to cease anytime soon. After supper, she had no choice but to tell her Mom. When everyone was done eating the birthday cake, she managed to pull her Mom in a room away from the others. A one-on-one conversation behind closed doors. She explained how she felt since this morning. Her Mom wasn’t worried a bit, but was still concerned as she cared about her daughter. 

The next day, when the two understood that this weird symptom wasn’t fading away, Alena’s Mom called their family doctor for an appointment. 

“And remember Mom, promise me you won’t tell anything to the others… Okay...?” obviously referring to her Dad and her many brothers. Mommy was waiting over the phone. She simply smiled and nodded to her daughter as the secretary on the other side of the line finally took her call.

***

Two weeks later, Alena and her Mom went together to an important appointment. Her mother kept her promise not to tell anyone else in or out of their family. Alena was scared of this because she damn well knew her Mother had a big mouth. But as far as she was aware, she had been a good Mom and did not tell anyone. She was partially relieved. But not totally since she still had no idea what was up with her and her buzzing chest. Without her noticing, her breasts had grown a size or two during those two weeks that she had to wait for her to finally get to her appointment. 

She went through a series of different tests with the male family doctor. He was a bit older than her Mom, he was in his fifties. The tests were all very practical. Deeply physical. Alena sat at the centre of a cold medical bench while the doctor touched and used all sorts of different instruments on her breasts. While she didn’t say anything about it, Alena had the feeling that she was constantly being groped by the theoretically perverted doctor. She didn’t mind that much. First of all, if he could explain to her what was going on with her, she would be extremely happy. Second, that older man wasn’t bad looking at all. She would never admit it, even to herself, but her doctor looked pretty handsome, so, of course, she had no problem having him touching her. There was nothing she could do anyway.

When all the tests were completed, the doctor sat behind his large wooden desk as Alena and her Mom sat in front of him, waiting for his professional opinion.

“So, doctor, what is it?” Her mother asked the doctor, impatiently requesting an explanation. 

“I’m going to begin by saying that everything is okay with you, Alena. You are very healthy and there is no major problem,” he calmly said.

“No major problem? Does that mean there is at least one with me? What is wrong with me?”

“Nothing… And it could be too soon to make an official statement regarding what is happening to you, but I would tend to believe that you have… Macromastia…” He said.

“Macromastia…? Isn’t it the…?” At this moment, Alena’s Mom was so looking down at the ground. Her face was partially obscured by her hair. 

“Macromastia… The condition of growing abnormally large breasts… Yes… It would make sense… I was afraid of that…” Her Mom said. 

“Mom…? But… How do you know about this…? Why didn’t you say something sooner…?” The daughter questioned her Mother.

“I didn’t say anything because I was scared this was what it was… Also… I feel responsible for this since… You know…?” She murmured as she finally looked up, accidentally making her huge FF cup breasts bounce up and down And yes, with her statement, she clearly meant to reference her own boobs. “... I have macromastia as well… And it started the day I became eighteen-year-old as well…” She continued.

“Just like me?” She said as she blushed, her cheeks getting on fire. 

“Yes… But I didn’t know this was something you could get from your Mom…” She tried to explain it to her daughter. 

“None of you should be alerted by this. Macromastia is not dangerous at all. It won’t change your life one bit, Alena. Well… Other than seeing your breasts grow in the near future if this is indeed the condition you have. I’ll need to run a few additional tests on you in the next few days…”

***

They immediately went back home after that appointment. Alena had no intention to show herself in public more than that and in the end, wanted to hide from everyone. She wasn’t used to having larger breasts and she didn't know how to react to it. Yes. She had a strong desire to have a bigger chest ever since she became a teenager, but this was simply a little too overwhelming for her. 

“Are you okay, honey?” Her Mom asked her when they stepped inside their home.

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know… You have not been talking to me since the appointment…” Her mother was desperately trying to reach her, but her daughter wasn’t letting her in. 

“I’m fine, Mom, don’t worry… There’s nothing you can do about it anyway…” She sighed and said as she climbed up the stairs to go upstairs to her bedroom. Her breasts loosely bounced up and down as she climbed up those stairs. 

“Listen, if you need anything, please promise me to tell me and I’ll help you…”

“Help me with what?”

“Anything, honey…” Her mother responded. By that time, Alena was already upstairs, out of ear sight. She was gone for now and her Mom had to let her go, to let her rest in her room.

After spending some time alone, mostly doing nothing, but to observe her grown-up breasts in the reflection of her mirror. Then, she picked up her phone and took a selfie. A picture obviously mainly showing her changed chest. She didn’t post that photo on any social media or anything like that. Instead, she directly sent to one of her friends, her dearest friend, Alexandra.

Two minutes after sending her the picture, Alena noticed on the screen of her phone that her friend had just seen what she had sent her. Her friend then started typing, but then randomly stopped. Instead of receiving a text message from Alexandra, she received a phone call. Something she didn’t get in a while… Alena swiped to accept the call.

“You could have simply texted me, you know?” Alena told Alexandra over the phone.

“Are you kidding? What is that picture? Is that a morph or something?” Her friend asked on the other side of the line.

“A what?”

“A morph…”

“What is that?”

“Like… Did you send me a fake picture or something like that? Something you transformed into photoshop?”

“No! It’s real! That’s why I sent it to you!”

“What the fuck? What happened to you?” Alexandra asked, not knowing what to think exactly.

“It just… Happened…”

“They grew overnight?”

“Pretty much,” she honestly admitted. During her ‘private’ conversation with her friend on the phone, she walked around her bedroom, stressed out, being very nervous. At some point, she turned around and faced the entrance of her room. The door was fully open. She suddenly saw her little, slightly younger brother standing on her doorstep with his eyes and mouth wide open. He was staring at his sister’s newly developed chest without saying anything… He had totally been overhearing her conversation…

“Girl! You’re so lucky! You’ve always wanted big boobs! And now you have them!” Her friend screamed over the phone. Her younger brother was hearing everything. He was excited. Horny. Intrigued. Annoyed and disgusted, Alena furiously slammed the door on his face. Fully closing and then locking the door to make sure he or anyone else entered as she desperately sought privacy.

“I’m not sure about that…”

“What do you mean?”

“Now that I have them… I don’t know… Maybe it’s not for me…” She revealed.

“Are you serious? Are you going to give them to me then if you don’t want them?”

“Sure… I would if I could,” Alena was able to laugh for the first time since the appointment.

“Don’t laugh! With today’s sciences, it could very well be possible.”  

“Apparently, I may have macromastia… I have a new appointment next week to run through more tests…”  

***

Tired, she went to bed pretty early that night. During her sleep, this was when her macromastia acted the most. Spending so much time with slowly, but constantly growing breasts without purchasing new clothes or brassieres was a totally dangerous thing. Progressively, her bras and her shirts started getting tighter and tighter…

Seven days passed without her buying new stuff to wear to replace her old things that basically no longer fitted. At night, Alena occasionally played her titties before falling asleep. While it was a curiosity at first, it slowly became a residual activity to do to help herself fall asleep. 

When she woke up on the morning of the day of the second doctor appointment concerning her potential macromastia, she was surprised to see herself partially getting used to her new chest. She yawned, stretched her arms and then proceeded to get out of bed. She sat on the edge of her mattress for a few seconds before finally getting up, when she did, she stretched her arms once more at the same… It accidentally caused one button of her shirt to burst, popping out of the piece of clothing, jumping in the air and crashing on the floor of her room. With one-button absent from her shirt, she looked down and saw her massively huge cleavage in the hole now present in it. Upon looking at the hole, she grabbed her own pair of constantly growing breasts… To her, they felt like the size of small watermelons.  

“Oops… That was… Huh… Unexpected…” She got out of bed, leaned forward, causing her big boobs to lean forward as well as she fetched the popped button from the ground. She held it in her palm and looked at it. “... I guess I’ll have to go buy some new clothes before getting to the appointment…”

Alena Ostanova, the model for this project.