Welcome to Walmart
It had to be done... I present to you, the reader, the Walmart fetish.
It was another day for John, a worker at Walmart like any other. He would go to work, fulfill his duties and go back home, wondering why he was wasting his time in such a place, when he could go higher and achieve so much more.
And yet, there was something that kept him there, a dirty, shameful secret that he needed to keep for himself, for one would be able to understand why he was harboring it in the first place, for it was so twisted and weird that it defied logic and common sense.
In the day, he was a normal person, but at night, when the customers were away, the pattern that covered him disappeared. For you see, he was deep in his fantasies about a special someone and each night, he wanted to act on them.
But that someone wasn't a person, or even an animal; it was Walmart itself that was the target of his attraction. How could he resist that wonderful building, that achievement of the human race? With such low prices, how could one not have fantasies?
Each brick, each wall was calling to him, begging for him to caress them, to rub himself against them, while he would caress himself doing it. If only he could be one with the store, to feel its passion while it would feel his...
There wasn't a place where he didn't consume the passion he had for his lover; in the bathroom, in the alleys, in the storeroom, in the cafetaria and in the security room. Each time, he could feel his bond with the store strenghteng, for he knew that the store loved him the same as he did. All that was left was the parking lot, the only area where he could consumate his love with this wonderful store.
The time he passed with the mannequins, the signs, the speakers and cash registers were always pleasant, like those he passed with the wall in the backroom. How he remembered these moments that he passed, rubbing himself against the hard substance, wishing that it would be inside of him while he would caress himself.
But he wanted change, to try something new; he loved doing all of these actions, but they were getting repetitive, with time. He couldn't wait anymore; a fateful afternoon, he climbed in his car and started caressing himself at the thought of the store; the walls, the insignia, the people working inside... He was about to cum when he heard a scream and saw a small group surrounding his car; he knew that this wouldn't end well at all...