There’re everywhere. Almost every town and mud-hole-burg has one. The major retailer has taken over the world.

Every locale has its own colloquialism for the store. Most in our area refer to them as Wally-world, but me...I just call them Wally-weird because their ‘customer-no-service’ is famous.

I decided to stop and get some milk on my way home from work. That’s all I needed, and I could have stopped anywhere, as I usually hate having to deal with all the pedestrian traffic the store receives. But, I had already passed the only other surviving grocery store in the area, and the mega-mart was near the house. I didn’t feel like back-tracking.

“Heck, it couldn’t take that long just to get a gallon of milk.” I said to myself, as I pulled off the highway into the crowded parking lot, knowing full well that it usually takes a while to get through the check-out lines.

“Would you like to try one?” the cute young thing asked, offering up a hors-d’oeuvre-looking something, as I passed through the door.

“Uh, no thanks,” I muttered instinctively, not really paying too much attention...my mind on the sea of soccer moms trying to juggle children and shopping carts.

But then, for some reason, I turned and glanced back at the kid, thinking...”damn, they get younger and more androgynous every year.”

I couldn’t tell if the kid was male or female. He, she, or whatever, was rather cute in that tight seasonal costume. The costume left nothing to the imagination. The kid had a curvy ass, but a rather flat groin, and long thick hair surrounding an angelic face with sparkling eyes.

“Uh...maybe on my way out,” I called back.

My mind was still on business even though the day was over. That’s the trouble with owning your own business. You never really get a vacation from ‘work’. I eventually made my way over to the dairy section and grabbed a gallon of the white stuff, and turned to get out of the place. All the soccer moms seemed to need milk at that moment too, and I was getting claustrophobic.

But then, I had the thought that I should get some batteries for my new camera while I was already in the damn place...no need in making two trips. So, I headed off to the electronics section to get the special type I needed.

I had to pass the Deli on my way, and passed right back by the kid offering the ‘new treats’. And, as I had not eaten all day, the area smelled pretty good.

Well, as most rational folks know...you should never go into a grocery store hungry.

I stopped and tried one of the ‘treats’ the kid was hawking.

“Hey, that’s pretty good.” I said. “Where can I get some of these?”

“They’re from one of our new vendors’ kiosk set up near the rear of our store, sir.” The kid exclaimed in a voice that was a little more male than I originally thought. “They’re stir-fry, or easy to fix in the oven and microwave. They make excellent snacks alone, or quick salad additions,” the kid finished his spiel, smiling.

“OK, I just might have to go back over there and pick me up some...Thanks,” I said, turning to go on toward the electronics area.

As I neared the electronics area, the same smells I encountered coming into the store assailed my nostrils again. This time it was a carnival-like booth set up near the storeroom entrance, between the shoe department and the electronics department. The booth had a line about 30 feet deep.

All the waiting patrons were male of various ages, sizes and shapes...and all of them were naked!

I was momentarily shocked and stupefied.

I don’t know if it was the shock, tantalizing aroma in the air, the ‘snack’ I just had, or because I’d not eaten all day, but I began to feel ill and woozy. My head was spinning.

I caught a glimpse of a smock-wearer in tights leading one on the younger guys in line over to a rail, and shoving something like a dildo up his ass. Then, nothing.

“Sir, were you waiting in line?” the angelic face asked me.

“Huh? Ah...I guess so,” I replied, not really knowing what or why. “What’s going on?”

“You fainted, sir. It’s normal...lots of guys do. Why don’t you step over here so we can get you ready?”

I staggered to my feet wondering why I was covered in cold milk.

Another be-smocked kid was wiping the floor with a towel, but stopped to offer me a hand. He led me into the storeroom and offered me a chair and a box. There were several other men and boys scattered around the storeroom in various stages of undress. Some were coming in naked, as some were going out naked. All appeared to be a little dazed like me. My eyes were still blurry, and I shook my head to clear it.

I’m sure I saw that some of those guys getting dressed had no genitals!

I shook my head again.

“Ow, my head hurts,” I thought, as I sat down hard. Great...I love migraines.

“Here, let me help you with that.” The kid from the front door said, reaching for my shoes. He helped me stand and started undoing my belt and slacks.

It was so weird, but everyone else was doing it, and for some reason, I felt I had to do it too. He took my shirt and folded it neatly and placed it in the box with the rest of my clothing...then slid the box under my chair. He grabbed a pair of electric clippers and began to run it through my bush. He clipped all my pubes, and then some of the hair on my legs and ass. He wiped me down with a moist cloth.

The floor was cold on my feet. I felt a little chilly.

“Geez, its cold in here,” I thought...then, “Why am I naked?”

“Sir, if you are ready...step this way please,” the kid asked, cupping my elbow.

“Huh? Oh...right.” I replied, following him.

He took me to the line and left me with the other naked males. No one was talking or looking around. My head was still spinning, and my mind seemed to go blank again. The jostling crowd brought me back to the present. Everything was foggy. I felt very relaxed, though my head still throbbed.

“Why are there naked guys in a line, in the middle of the store?” I wondered, not thinking about myself being naked too.

“I wonder if someone can get me some Tylenol while we’re waiting.” I pondered.

The soccer moms with their little children were passing by the line as though nothing were wrong or out of the ordinary. A few of the children passing were snickering, but their mothers scolded them...threatening to put them in the line if they didn’t behave. A teen-aged girl brought a teen boy over to the line and left him in charge of one of the helpers. I gathered he was her boyfriend. He had glazed eyes too. An employee took him in back, but returned with him shortly. He was standing right behind me with a boner poking my ass-cheeks. It felt a little odd, but I didn’t care for some reason. I looked down, and I had one too.

The line was moving again. I stepped forward, and saw one of the helpers doing something in front of one of the men, two butts up in line. When he came to the guy in front of me, he placed a ring device around the guy’s cock and balls, and then plastered everything with some kind of goop. He had the guy bend over a railing in front of the carnie booth, and stuck the guy’s ass hole with a long floppy dildo-type device. The man in front of me then moved to the head of the line inside of the booth.

The kid smiled at me when he grabbed my cock. I felt him pulling my balls, but I didn’t move away. I looked down and saw a shiny metal ring bound tightly around my junk. He led me to the railing and plastered me with the sticky goop; then asked me to bend over. I felt the dong-like thing enter my ass, but again, I didn’t resist. It kept going, and going. I started to feel all warm and tingly. I was floating. My dick got so hard.

“Next!” I heard a voice inside the booth call out.

I didn’t move right away. One of the employee helpers pushed me toward the door with a hand on my back.

“Step right up, sir...That’s it, right there.” The kid was saying.

I looked down. I was in front of a table with something like a sausage grinder on one end, and a big funnel-looking contraption in front of me. A big bearded guy, dressed in only a carnie vest and hat, was standing behind the table. He had no genitals and a huge toothy grin.

The kid pushed my ass until I was slap up against the table and my junk was hanging over the funnel. The Carnie guy reached out and grabbed my junk and quickly sliced right through everything below the tight band with a huge sharp knife. It all fell into the funnel and landed on a cutting board. He sliced away the skin and tossed it into a barrel. He threw the meat into the sausage grinder, and called “...Next!”

“Damn, that was my dick,” I thought, strangely detached.

A kid was scraping the ground meat from the grinder into a large bowl. Another kid was mixing stuff into the meat before scooping it into little paper cups before placing them on a tray for the oven. At the same time, another kid was placing what looked like the treats I ate onto trays being carried back out into the store by the youths dressed in the tight costumes.

“Just place your thumbprint here, sir,” a young lady said, garnering my attention. She smiled at me as she placed the sheet of paper into a folder.

“Over here, sir,” another young lady said.

She was dressed all in white like an old-fashioned nurse from the 50’s. I walked over to her table. She sprayed my crotch with something and, after a few minutes, removed the tight ring with a clamping tool of some kind. She inspected my groin for a moment, threaded a tube into my bladder, and taped it in place.

“This one’s ready to go,” she said to one of the smock-wearers.

The kid that came for me was the same one with the angelic face that met me at the door. He took me into the storeroom and helped me into the chair.

“If you can lean back some, please, sir,” he said looking into my eyes.

I leaned back and he began to pull the long dildo out of my ass. He didn’t remove it completely before he shoved it back in. He kept repeating his motions. It was feeling so good. I was on the verge of passing out again. My head was swimming. My mind was racing. I climaxed in great floods. Some of it landed on the kids face, arms, and smock. He just smiled wiped my goo off his face and removed the dildo. He threw it into a container and wiped my ass clean. I collapsed.

“Ready to get dressed, sir?” He asked.

“Huh?...Oh, yeah, OK.” I replied.

I was remembering my really terrible headache. Strangely I felt relaxed though. Was I naked? Why are my clothes soaked?

“You slipped, sir. Here, I ran and got you a new jug of milk. We’re so sorry you had a spill. If you’d like, I can take you to customer service, if you need to make a complaint,” the kid was saying, seeming to read my thoughts.

“No, I don’t have time for all that. I’m OK. Thanks for getting me a fresh gallon of milk, though. I’m sorry I dropped the other one.” I replied, still wiping at my soaked clothing with the towel he had.

I got into the checkout line, swiped my debit card, thinking, “That didn’t take too long.”

I went out to the parking lot thinking, “Geez, it got dark soon. Man, my head hurts. I should have stopped to eat lunch.”

“Crap...I didn’t buy any Tylenol. Aw, fuck-it, there’s some in the cupboard.”

“Man, I pulled a groin muscle in that fall.”