The Krystal Crush Affair is an erotic and amorous adventure of short, thin and adorable men under exceedingly tall, gorgeous, extremely voluptuous, athletic and super-sexy, dominant women and mini-giantesses.
The novel, The Krystal Crush Affair, takes the reader on a very realistic feeling adult adventure with the most well-developed characters you could hope to experience in this genre. Lovingly crafted, intense with sexually charged scenes, and always true to the goal of personal growth of the characters, Greenfield put his heart into this clever, colorful, and artistic story – and it shows, to the great benefit of the reader.
"...Dill sighed, trying to decide where it was safe to look. In front of him, he could look right down the massive cleavages of Rachael and Dorothy. Of course he recognized these two celebrity-famous ultra-plus-sized supermodels. Many a time he had, well, comforted and soothed himself while drooling over their luscious magazine pictures and, of course, online videos. He found it very difficult to look straight ahead; like they might somehow suss out that he jerked off daily to their sexy images while pledging his undying love.
To either side, Dill had even larger and more extraordinary women looming over him, their phenomenally large breasts actually higher than his head and animated with their breathing and talking and especially with the platinum blonde, whose continual body movement was so extremely distracting.
He’d seen and saved the videos of this enormous red-head, Allison, a couple of years ago, of her walking through the financial district of some big city – ah, New York, yes, of course, downtown Manhattan. But up close she looked so much bigger, and her breasts, so huge, terrifying actually. She had to have grown some since those videos.
And this gal Molly – what a frigging knockout of a blonde atomic bombshell! Why wasn’t she on the internet boards he frequented? She was just the perfect item for his fantasies. And he could tell she knew it. It was like she had a tractor beam draining his energy into her massive bosom. He felt his breath getting shorter, his mind numbing and about to go catatonic again imagining how heavenly it would be to press his face into her breasts, his whole body between them. He glanced up for a second and saw her puckered lips sucking on her index finger, considering his fate with those devastating green eyes. Quickly Dill looked down.
And that view might have been the most dramatic and disturbing of them all. He stared at his own skinny stick legs, pale as they issued from his baggy shorts. But they were partially obscured by Allison’s and Molly’s huge legs, fifteen times larger and right against his and curving up and over, pressing onto him slightly. Oh crap, it felt like he was getting a boner..."
The novel, The Krystal Crush Affair, takes the reader on a very realistic feeling adult adventure with the most well-developed characters you could hope to experience in this genre. Lovingly crafted, intense with sexually charged scenes, and always true to the goal of personal growth of the characters, Greenfield put his heart into this clever, colorful, and artistic story – and it shows, to the great benefit of the reader.
"...Dill sighed, trying to decide where it was safe to look. In front of him, he could look right down the massive cleavages of Rachael and Dorothy. Of course he recognized these two celebrity-famous ultra-plus-sized supermodels. Many a time he had, well, comforted and soothed himself while drooling over their luscious magazine pictures and, of course, online videos. He found it very difficult to look straight ahead; like they might somehow suss out that he jerked off daily to their sexy images while pledging his undying love.
To either side, Dill had even larger and more extraordinary women looming over him, their phenomenally large breasts actually higher than his head and animated with their breathing and talking and especially with the platinum blonde, whose continual body movement was so extremely distracting.
He’d seen and saved the videos of this enormous red-head, Allison, a couple of years ago, of her walking through the financial district of some big city – ah, New York, yes, of course, downtown Manhattan. But up close she looked so much bigger, and her breasts, so huge, terrifying actually. She had to have grown some since those videos.
And this gal Molly – what a frigging knockout of a blonde atomic bombshell! Why wasn’t she on the internet boards he frequented? She was just the perfect item for his fantasies. And he could tell she knew it. It was like she had a tractor beam draining his energy into her massive bosom. He felt his breath getting shorter, his mind numbing and about to go catatonic again imagining how heavenly it would be to press his face into her breasts, his whole body between them. He glanced up for a second and saw her puckered lips sucking on her index finger, considering his fate with those devastating green eyes. Quickly Dill looked down.
And that view might have been the most dramatic and disturbing of them all. He stared at his own skinny stick legs, pale as they issued from his baggy shorts. But they were partially obscured by Allison’s and Molly’s huge legs, fifteen times larger and right against his and curving up and over, pressing onto him slightly. Oh crap, it felt like he was getting a boner..."
