Greg is late for the car show, but thanks to some high-octane intensity behind the wheel, he arrives just in time for check in. Unfortunately, his ride is now covered in mud and dirt just hours before the show starts.
After hearing about a secret car wash in the hills nearby, Greg visits to find a mysterious, cloaked cleaning expert. It’s soon revealed that this enigmatic bad boy is actually a handsome, sentient laundry detergent pod in disguise, hiding out in the hills after people start eating his kind for kicks.
Soon enough, Greg and the gorgeous, red and blue cleaning tool find themselves wrapped up in a hardcore affair that is sure to have both of them sparkling clean and covered in suds.
This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling human on handsome living detergent pod action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, facials, and physically manifested laundry paraphernalia love.
Chuck Tingle is a mysterious force of energy behind sunglasses and a pink mask. He is also an anonymous author of romance, horror, and fantasy. Chuck was born in Home of Truth, Utah, and now splits time between Billings, Montana and Los Angeles, California. Chuck writes to prove love is real, because love is the most important tool we have when resisting the endless cosmic void. Not everything people say about Chuck is true, but the important parts are.
Management and general inquiry: infotingleverse@gmail.com
P.S please do not eat, nor fuck, your laundry pods....
Slowly, carefully, the mysterious figure begins to slip out of his clothes to reveal his muscular body. I recognize him immediately, a massive, sentient pod of laundry detergent in swirling primary colors of blue and red.
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“My people… laundry pods,” the sentient cleaning tool says. “We’re in great danger. People have been eating us left and right. There’s not many left.”
“What?” I blurt. “Eating you?”
The laundry pod nods. ‘“Seriously?” I continue, struggling to wrap my head around this. “Why?”
The laundry pod shrugs. “I don’t know. I wish I could make sense of it, but I can’t. Anyway, since all that started, I was forced to go into hiding.”
While railing against the dangers of the overhunting of wild Tide PODS, this story then irresponsibly goes on to promote the far more dangerous act of getting fucked in the butt on the hood of an automobile that is going through an automatic car wash. This will almost certainly lead to your death, and not to a singularly intense orgasm as this author would have you believe.
This was not my favorite erotic tale of the Tingleverse, but the message of hope that people may not eat so many Tide PODS if we could just get the manufacturers to not make them look so delicious was inspiring.
Also there were like 100,000,000 typos, come on now.
i listened to a mcelroy brother read this to his wife as i worked on my graduate school research proposal. this review is not a humblebrag. this is just where my choices have led me
Slowly, carefully, the mysterious figure begins to slip out of his clothes to reveal his muscular body. I recognize him immediately, a massive, sentient pod of laundry detergent in swirling primary colors of blue and red.
“Clean me!” I scream. “Clean me you sentient detergent pod fuck!”
This poor, poor laundry pod man had to go into hiding at a car wash in the middle of the desert to avoid the children who want to eat him. Luckily, Greg enters his life and shows him what it means to be a Pod, and supports him in his new dream to open a laundromat. A beautiful story, when you really sit and think about it.
Notable quotes:
"I turn around and then fall forward onto the dusty desert ground, bracing myself in the doggy style position as I wiggle my ass back and forth at the handsome pod behind me."
“Please fuck me,” I demand. “I need that clothes cleaning cock right fucking now! Pound me up the ass with your detergent dick!”
“Clean me!” I scream. “Clean me you sentient detergent pod fuck!”
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
“My people… laundry pods,” the sentient cleaning tool says. “We’re in great danger. People have been eating us left and right. There’s not many left.”
“What?” I blurt. “Eating you?”
The laundry pod nods.
“Seriously?” I continue, struggling to wrap my head around this. “Why?”]
[...]
“Clean me!” I scream. “Clean me you sentient detergent pod fuck!”
[...]
Suddenly, I realize what has happened. During our trip through the car wash, all of the red and blue coloring was wiped away from Tine’s body, leaving him completely stark white like a page of paper. “The blue and red is gone,” I tell him. “You don’t look like candy anymore.”
“Wait really?” Tine blurts excitedly, looking down at himself. “Oh my god! Why wasn’t I just manufactured this way in the first place?”
“That’s a good question,” I tell him. “Maybe we can write them a letter?”
“I don’t think that’s going to get through to anyone,” Tine counters.
I consider this for a moment, wracking my brain. Suddenly, it comes to me in a flash of inspiration. I snap my fingers. “What if we wrote an erotica novel about it?” I suggest. “Sex sells, right? Maybe someone at your company could read it, and they’d stop making detergent pods so colorful and candylike!”
The protagonist in this is a car guy and I can't relate. He sounds like a nerd. There has to be a limit to what you can call a 'canvas' and 'your art.' Are cars within that limit? Probably, I think at least, no.
It's fitting for a guy that loves cars to also love living-objects. So is the whole story a metaphor for commodity fetishism? Also no.
What I think is best for a review of a story about a 2018 millennial internet meme is to relate it somehow to my own life. Lots of my friends are kind of like car guys (nerds) in that they're very interested in their hobbies that will ultimately fail in helping them find a relationship. We know nothing about the auto show, we know nothing about how he placed, or what the other car nerds thought of his ride.
What was more important was the arm candy (detergent pod) he brought along to the show. And the fact that they met far away from the show tells us that we shouldn't date people who just share our interests. We should be with people that share our way of being.
These two freaks are both obsessives that want to perfectly manage some aspects of their lives. They even try optimize their climax together. Good for them I guess, they'll be happy together.
As for the rest of us I think the work still provides an enduring fantasy: what it must be like to be outside the car during a car wash.
I continue to enjoy the podcast that brings these stories to life. This one was as good as the first and benefited greatly from the many voices of Justin McElroy.