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My Sensory Journey With Socks ‘n’ All Stories.

Hello there everyone, let me introduce myself Owen by day ‘n’ all anthropomorphic character name Sparkle Lemur by night, so you all want to know me directly, zir well I’m literally going to take you on adventures of understanding how a world where I shall live to see the world in a littleness differently perspective, especially my own brain is completely wired too much function in a fashion that I have a little story about something I’m sensory heightened by a specific textures ‘n’ smells that make me very happy accustomed to whenever a newest opportunity presents itself out of nowhere; yes, as a starting place, others around don’t always rectify what avoidances aromas do to my nose receptors when the item in all questions hasn’t been mentioned by me, whoops, the “Tales Of Two”, however, is about socks… not in thee way as you all seem to know that I’m not repulsive, but a little curiosity about exploring truth in particularly interesting activities, characters or sometimes even delving into comfortable.

For me, there was a sign board were socks that were to keep my manifestations connected to the variations in fungal production’s ability can reveal more about a persons lifestyle by the sweatiest or smelliest too filthiest portion of how a individually undergoes a specific routines of being in their own way feet shrouded in fabric to cover their sensitively fleshed feet up warmth & apt cocooned snugly in various forms of footwear whether work shoes, trainers or slippers; but from this day today I’m going to be drawn to a old or used familiar worn pair of socks, yes discoloured after longest stretched days soaked in the scent of eight day of usage.

Don’t worry about the squirming sensations because Max, a fews friend of mine who clearly knows my autism very well indeed, will show ‘n’ tell me his entire life in enormous sized ten dark blue ‘n’ black toes socket with black heels dress socks combo shall aptly mention that the socks fabric in questionably are stretching to the lengthy limits on his feet after he removed them constantly each time; whereas, the black toes sockets, darken blue soles & black heels will bear the marks weight of countless wears of eight days straight people, despite being somewhat discoloured from dead skin cells breaking down staining the socks material to a certain shimmering or shiny degree colouring them of laden sweat that’ll accommodate Max’s broad feet to fit inside them snuggles.

To me, however, the appearance of the socks wasn’t really about the condition; where the fabric of used material carried the vitally weight of the soaked sweat ‘n’ bearing the absorption from odour to rightly accommodate the greatest degree of a comfort whence the pungent complexity aroma shall collect intensifying each from combing this particular salty tang with ripening musk, signalling a boost to understand how a personhood likes my friend Max could harbour a individual identity in stench buildup… wells audience, I was staying at Max’s place for a four nights & you’re all invited to understanding my own quirks in a non fetish manner because his socks means more than the human world thinks to believe.

There, rightly there in front of me was indeed Max’s socks, laying inanimate on thee brown couch or chocolate cover sofa cushions depending on how you call the cosy recliner, I was approaching a very cautiously optimistic dream about a scented would make me intrigues in this one narrative like a small worm on a fishing hook, whence I gently sat down too pick up thee socks ‘n’ actually sniff the well worn fabric; thence I decides too take all a brief pause… upon my return, I mover’s the left dress sock ‘n’ thence the right dress sock, pulling them closer to me under appreciates after the shimmering of shininess beckons voices too me “Owen, our dear trusting friend, try us on”, despite they’re still there sweaty damp, especially when I put them on my own smaller narrow feet.

Yes, I literally had slipped them onto my feet, just too try them on that’s all, & presides a little curiosity about someone’s socks likes
Max, doesn’t mean to harm to see life in their or his owns feet on my feet, anyways because once both socks were on, I noticeably felt something else was apparent; thence smell entering my nose entwining with an intense, not overwhelming though especially a wave washing of pungent odours seemingly reached out trying to reveals a visionary story to me of the countless eight days being reworn by his larger ‘n’ wider feet unchanged, with literally styles of shaping the whole activities within a sphagnum warmth being trapped restraining inside the one environment stale air footwear all day ‘n’ everyday day.

But, as the story suggests here continues on; a horror tale about Max’s own socks I’m sure staring down at are to commencement shortly because he notified my fascination, where I by chances in leaning closest upon touching me fully to actually see what these socks are comfortably on my lap… until a voice coming from Max gets a huge mischievous grin on his face when beginning a story about those socks that’re sat inanimately on me.

This was Max’s’ best story time to me, whence he was indeed all whisperings dramatically, “These dark blue ‘n’ black toes sockets & black heels are no ordinary material that shrouded thee feet of zir cosy warmth, no Owen, they’re alive with the fungal essences of eight days of rewearing them, so since you’re wearing them on your feet ‘n’ another pair on your lap delivered by my laundry one basket of smelliest clothes shall grown endlessly, but be warned, they’ll stretch by originally crawling puller you in to trying them on directly, taking control by expanding beyond your imagination…”, a short pause, thence, “soon Owen, the socks will be growing on your owns feet, clinging ‘n’ squeezing tighter in a soft embrace of sweatiness’s stench, until your nose is smothering in thee wet or damp suffocation of muskier air”.

Upon a one effect in Max’s story he’s presenting to me, where all eyes are gleaming with creative energy starting “well Owen, once you’re fully transformed, there’s absolutely no need to escape all a stinkiest socks of mine because a potent aroma will seeps into your soul, then the socks are too stick as the enhanced feeling of threads entanglement not overwhelming you at all, since you like the these socks smell will be hypnotising you under its own spell ‘n’ converting you into a non verbally humanoid monster, a living entity experiencing a dreamscape that completely engulfed your face, which you are left sniffing them permanently trapping you in a material tomb for eternity, not forever, where resistance wasn’t even remotely guaranteed”… to be continued.

As I sat relaxed on the recliner with these new beautiful socks up in the air, I felt a shivered, not from the strange sight of the socks on my smaller less wide, but more narrows feet was absolutely a thrill to be wearing ideally someone else’s own socks like Max’s; though as these dark blue ‘n’ black toes sockets & black heels all dress socks are too much baggier on my hindquarters, the other pair were resting on my lap able to smell the two different scents warping together on to me by infusing a interconnected layer, as I indeed settled down on the soft sinking cushioned stuffed couch seemingly to pulse with ominous pleasure life of their own.

Even though, the socks from Max were discoloured internally the socks ‘n’ their shininess on the external surface are beckoning all their waiting to remain there silence upon quietness’s on my feet along with the zir secondly pair, laying on thee couch next too me inanimately; their soft fabric had stretched a bit over the last eight days, increasing the length not size to accommodates my ill-fitted feet structure, where the fabric has slightest murkiness fades into a blue-black or blue-green yeast buildup pattern that has become more that just fungal skin breakdown or oil sweat within the fibres that’s glistening in the light… but a reminder to me, all seemingly infinite wonder shall indeed breathe, to reveal a story anew about how socks can showreel so much more to you than a stinkiest of clothing garments made for thee feet.

This one strange tug rather a pull was a desire to wear these one pair of socks, despite the creative nature of Max’s taunting horror tale, so I wondered by looking at my socked feet about the same story he’d told me about how the fabric harboured so much more than accurately sweaty secrets ladened in warmth ‘n’ movements they held within while his perfectly sizeable shoes; though this all wasn’t about a story about my autism sensory experiences, but a sense to understand why socks were able to shape my own way through learning how imagination shall craft a true events on my own reflection in life… fore upon, I found the intense feeling of all pungent scents rather all interesting because my brain receptors are trying to make analyse these’s phenomena’s that aren’t quite repulsive, but a developmental style.

To me, therefore audience, Max’s socks are more than creating a memories, shaping them into storytelling or sensations in which I wear someone’s own feet in my feet shorter be perceived as apt deeply reflections, upon experiencing this kind of exploration, in which I could as an autistic person shall be wired in the brain too detecting everything as processes stimuli differently by interpret them in my own way for the results, so i find cosiness comfort in something that others might have misconceptions as discomfort; but in this world, absolute no judgments is necessarily welcomed by me, only positivity to right adjust to the way I viewership Max’s smelly socks in question… I’ve crafts a world in a code language that only I can relate to crack.

In the meantime, the smell of these socks on my feet are part of my world, not just a predictable routine, but also for all familiarity purposes that someone like Max can shares his lovelies stinkiest footwear with me when I was absolutely surprised; thence in this particular story the activities performed in these socks are the zir key too showing it’s individually presence who’re wearing them in what environment too create a vividness moisture cocoon energy that informs me of his understanding how a personhood works all can create a positive relationship in socks that where once clean, now to a degree unpleasant but pleasure to a potent state.

Please be considerate about me placing Max’s smellier socks on my feet, all ones was relaxed there feeling the baggier materially cocoon them life stockings, sat on the couch with another pair of his socks laid there next to me on the deep brown cushion, but a story reveals soo much more about the way Max willingly create future tales or adventures about how the fabric shall whispers to me with the playful teases that beckoning thee energetic voices; enrolling with the pleasant gently humming sound that makes the readers listen carefully to how I live with autism, feeling all happy around all differently types of stinky ‘n’ sweaty socks off all types how my sensory perception wants to explore the scent zir further without breaking or breaching a personal space or boundaries..: understanding is the very patience to accepting me like Max did.

So in conclusion, this story was only made to be created possible through a mutually beneficial arrangement between agreement’s by me ‘n’ Max make a smelly socks tales about how often people were being repulsive or avoidance about zir pungently odour, but in this story series shows you how to respectfully the differences friendship by sharing something that makes me happy to indulge in; so each socks chapter will showcase thee sentences weaving together like a puzzling jigsaw to reveals a very uniquely realism character that I am by contrasting imaginations own tapestry with heartfelt authenticity.

The story continues with Tales Of Two 2: A Sensory Journey To Experience All Transformation In Life’s Smelly Socks.