Precious Cornichons

You enter your apartment, exhausted from another long shift at the office, your mind still buzzing with lines of code and neural networks. There is a package at the door of your apartment addressed to you. It's much heavier than the previous four weeks, so you wonder if maybe the Big Dill Energy is back. You open it and read the letter: "Week 5 from Personally Pickles and your responses are truly making a difference! Congratulations on your new girlfriend and we doubled your order so she can try our pickles too. Enjoy Super Precious Cornichons Pickles! Remember, we need more of your feedback. Happy Days, PP Team."

Inside are 14 tiny pickles, each only about 1.5 inches long. They look almost like cocktail onions rather than the full sized dills from week 1. Emily squeals with excitement when she sees the new potent pickles. She grabs one and giggles, "Ooh, this one is fun!" You eat one and agree, the texture is quite fun, like a cornichon.

Emily immediately pushes you on your back and starts blowing you. Soon you come in her mouth and she giggles, "It's really a precious little thing now, huh baby?" To your horror but not your surprise, it's tiny again, even smaller than the Angry Gherkins made you. But you have no idea what it's done to Emily.

That night Emily wakes you up in the middle of the night. You groggily turn over to see her sucking your pathetic little pickle. "Mmm, you're even smaller than before baby. So adorable!" She coos. Then she mounts you and you feel her pussy engulf your pitiful dick. The sensation is incredible, like a warm, tight, slick, soft vice. You cum in seconds inside her.

The next day Emily leaves for her morning classes and you are working from home in sweatpants. You hear the doorbell ring, then Emily's voice excitedly talking to someone. "Dr. Swanson, Dr. Swanson! Come in!" Your heart races, Emily's professors are here.

They enter the bedroom, a tall, thin, smoking hot woman in her late 40s, and her husband, an older salt-and-pepper silver fox of a man. "Honey, this is my boyfriend John. John, this is Dr. Lydia and Dr. Lawrence Swanson."

"H-hi, nice to meet you." You stammer, pulling your sweatpants up over your now tiny member.

"Oh don't be shy John," Dr. Lydia purrs, "We know all about our little pickle friend here." She sits beside you and squeezes your cock through your sweats. "Mmm, I bet this fits in my pussy perfectly."

Lawrence chuckles. "As Lydia mentioned, we're familiar with the work of Personally Pickles." He produces a small vial with a blue liquid. "This is their latest formula. It will lock your size in permanently."

"I'm afraid it's a little too much for you though." She leans in close, her big tits pressed against you. "You see, John, you're going to watch me and Lawrence fuck your girlfriend, while you wear these." She pulls out a pair of pink panties. "Then we all get to try the Super Precious Cornichons and the blue formula. I think Emily would love a big, real cock."

You have no idea how to respond. Emily grins. "Don't be shy baby, we all know you're a little pickle. Now put on your panties for Mommy!"

Dazed, you obediently slip them on. Lawrence and Lydia strip, revealing their amazing bodies. Lydia's huge perfect tits and tight ass, Lawrence's thick 8-inch cock. They flip Emily over and Lawrence drives into her tight pussy with a groan. "Oh fuck, she's tight. I'm gonna stretch this cunt out."

Lydia holds you, cooing, "It's okay baby, your tiny pickle is so precious. Watch your new mommy take care of your girl now." Emily screams in pleasure as Lawrence pounds her hard and fast. You cum instantly in your panties with Lydia's hand on your hairless dicklet.

When it's over, you all eat a Super Precious Cornichons. Dr. Lydia locks your tiny cock with the blue formula. Emily giggles, "I think you're my little dicklet now babe. Time for you to get used to watching me get fucked with a real cock!"