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On the opening main introduction for ‘The Realism Dreamscape: Specially Edition’, focusing exclusively on my own personally life experiences on the subject creationisms journey through a series storytelling reflection of deeply themes learning processes where socks are marvellously stinky socks, but surely fascinating to see the defined individuality myself with my own eyes of humans like Ben, a good friend of mine giving me permission of grant access to create this one wonderful tales never before understood by the one’s sniffing nose of olfactory senses in aromatics smell, though being minuscule at a tiny proportion in all dreamland imagination meant a vital elements up close ‘n’ personal knowledge about his world of cherished light blue football socks worn by him inside of rigger boots that’s seven months old ‘n’ soiled on his sized eight feet snug as a snuggly bun, but I must do worn my audiences of listeners or readers, one particular, this actual wasn’t everyone’s favourite taste, only mine too explores since smelly socks have a memorable positivity of pleasure I like too seeker, not very often; so the allure of his socked feet ‘n’ rigger boots allowed me from a earliest moments from the beginning of this imaginative world zir captivated by boys, lads or mens variation structure feet wrapped up in different sock types.

But for me, however, there’s something peculiar about the smells of sweaty ‘n’ stink socks itself that sharpens a deep breath when curiosity hits within me to understand why I love the thrill of a apt booster to embed one’s own nose in between the toes socketed portion, like a moth to a lightbulb, Irresistible drew me not just to the scented fragrance as these reveal the performance sessions of Ben workout activities during morning, midday ‘n’ evenings too nightfalls everyday dawn by every night dusk seven days a week in the essence of how much a one person can shows by creating a new tale induced by whiffing wet dreams feet; a natural beauty captured by the uniqueness light of pungent energy foreboding a story written as whispers etched in secrets of red zones no entry areas to see the character, Ben, a protagonist personal lifetimes action from being part of his sock absorbed as a tiny platform.

Too me, however, socks are more than socks, they’re the best zir gateways to the rightly side of Ben’s life world by far smelling the sweetest scent from minuscule perspective by insiders the fabric sandwiched between compressed in place, with no gulp of aptly intimidation seen either specifically for no discomfort was sought upon, only level comfortable too much relax, thence the shape of his sized eight foot along with the detailed contours of his arched structure of curves seen to run down all the way to his heel, well I couldn’t see beyond the horizons distance downwards at all time because I was near the toes embedded neatly in a snug material where wriggle room was a little toughness to navigate solely: alls these were the all major details too help me understand a special way to connect what I needed to sees, obviously this human foot, the ins ‘n’ outs of his socked foot, a crafting creationism pieces of art zir delivered in etched stink by retaining shape.

Even though I was a tiny little boy in this dreamland imagination, Ben’s feet weren’t small or even very delicate, while possessing a broad range of an arched strong frame wherein each one toes were over towering me in retrospectively with the slightest hint of offerings a newest addition puzzles to which saw me as the only protagonist character beneath the human foot for the first time in actually seeing this one curious endeavour a wishful thought that couldn’t possibly happen in reality, only imagination can take me there in this storytelling universe, even for eternity too come; but a question shall roll up, what made the socks snugness perfectly suited for this experience?, wells the answer was ever-so simple because the fitting made the comfort tighten ends of his contours feet retaining the whole sight of the toes situate in the sockets at the top of the socks itself, which are visible cast as zir close fit to indicate a molding system of bacteria processes to surround me ‘n’ the toes accumulation buildup rate.

Soo in the meantime, socks aren’t clean socks no more than just after within a short amounts of time within approximately around five minutes to as I states or so because this humanly Ben’s feet temperature shall raise significantly warmer is too high for sweat too be produce as moisture coating the socks damp then wet ‘n’ has already changed the general circulation material expanding already in the fabric as pints, specifically if the right sized socks are a such close fit enough where context shall support the feet properly while staying up his leg in place for long activity phases during the daylight cycle; especially if sniffing these were sweaty while stinky for means these vessels are seen as natural by raw authenticity as it comes to his own life, literally tasting the entire essence of their energy too in a bountiful journey wrapped up in threads of timeline to his fleshy skinned feet or infinite foot.

A second skin what makes socks rather better socks Ben wears on his sensitive feet because these aren’t accessories nor are a pair for appearances; but they’re a fungi creature from which zir from an otherworldly speciesism realm upon which survivalist in prominently progress to rightly thrives on growth from the feet of their host of chosen independent individuals not possessing the same qualities of bacteria differences too often stain their socks with because… I wears two pairs on my own smaller narrowness flat feet, a dark blues thin socks stained in pink & thicker baggier grey with black toes sockets ‘n’ heels on top as the second pairs smelly, sweaty & discoloured of rancid nature, just like how Ben’s would eventually become too turn out but different variations: all designed to be a second skin where minimal slack or loosen is a least relevant, mine had more baggiest loosening, but a snug zir ones where more correct for compressional reasons.

These sized eight football socks, but remember everyone, Ben is surely can fit his feet into a large sized four as wellness because a true fit will ‘n’ shall huggable his toes, arches & heels from all a sides too sides tightly but supporting them with moisture too foul odour retention of ensure I at his toes will contain the fragrances freshness applications each time within the football socks fabric which leads straight to entanglement in the threads locked away neatly & nestled together perfectly; but in the making of this one series, a journey of discovery, a journey of acceptance ‘n’ also a journey of belonging of authentic self requires a pure heart to be an extension of a great adventure of his life story, a piece that is their soul intertwined with mine just waiting to explored by aptly understood throughly my autism eyes.

In this world of delightfulness’s beauty of a scented socks ‘n’ feet variety shapes, I will find myself a path that leads the way to their destination of true starlight universe so Ben, the main attractions character who’s the star of the series can share his stinky socked feet ‘n’ rigger boots with me without feeling’s likely all to awkward or uncomfortable, one sniffing at a indulging times too remember where my lighthouse belongs to cast beams of sunlight hope; zir in this development fortress of a sanctuary created by me on my mind shall drift where a lands of make believe destined vividness dreamland imagination shall inspired thee intertwine reality of my waking world… but I’ve autism which mean that my brain is wired very, very, very different from his or a audiences, wells only those who likes stinky socks & feet shall understand all non fetish term that sees the planet of socks in a new way where unique joy for a person can harbour memories.

A vital element for a successfully executed project gateways was necessary when beings designed for a minuscule individual near the potential boundary toes of Ben found that I was inside a snug compressing clothing called a sock to explore my brave curiosity in someone else’s stinkier socks because this brought me safety midst the friendship I had with him, so in return the tight fit shows a secure spot where a placement by breathing a fuller immersion of strong adhesive miasma ‘n’ by which frictional force meant my tiny body was being held by the materials of the sock contours to his foot like a second skin; given permission to create this series was the absolute best part to find a feat of suitable achievement in these sensory fields, a journey driven by a natural desire for a foundation of freshest wet cement to set a learning curve through which interactions beckons when these pressure prevent me too slipping away freely, only to endure the resilience head on.

Whether an unexpectedly downwards slides down the foots arch, landed on the spaciousness otherworldly moon base of the heel, no doubtfully Ben’s football sock snugness retained the barrier of near the toes perfection for a long stay landing rocket standby in pauses to return back to the waking life outside of this dreamland only because this was the only potent accumulation of musky air-scape that’s affixed me to the softly surface of the skin where the warmth slick of moisture reaches this one position betterment: a very high degree of confidence didn’t seem to barricade me from this stability, even if the smell of whiffing foul, but just imagine all a gentle sway of excitement pulling you as my audience into this tale knowing a dream do come true in every surprising detail too see a clues of my newest discovery… being authentic was key.

I had recognised by supports from a human shows I ventured all freely into the depth of my soul curiosity for understanding Ben’s role in his football socks by wear tighten sports football cleats for leisurely hours of workout playing the famously gameplay with all the famous ball in a leagues of colleagues too casting a spells for stories of whether victories won, goals scored or game zir losses were locked away in the fabrication of threads, but to a mutually respect of patience had a great agreement between my learning experiences ‘n’ important worlds to which I shall unlocks through dedicated reflection for him to let me do this by allowing personal sensitivity whence boundaries are established as broken; while’s the snug fit of his socks where elastic ‘n’ stretchy through the apt contact of effective contact with his sweaty stinky foot has made me anchored without my choice to resist but indulge, this thence creates my safe space for guiding me.

Don’t be afraid everyone, sniffing Ben’s light blue football socked foot from being cocooned zir compressed tight showcases a few dreams I could have soo much fun of freedom too recall the day of memory I enjoyed most; the interaction was the most I had to explore without any doubt of negative energy because these are the football socks that inspired my childhood for it mades his foot directly more bigger of illusions than a sized eight feet thee sizes of ultimate pleasing, but do be not warned everyone about this a soft but squish-squelch sticky texture carries a scent of dampens diffusers of how stinky feet is absorbed & distribution of the air in familiarity that was sincerely intriguing too me, though the aroma tells an emboldened vision of activity’s on his construction site of wet flowing cement ‘n’ muddy bog excavating while the constant warmth retains the phrase, “if your socks are sweaty & smelly by the end of the day means you’ve worked hard”, that’s what I say at least through a boldest then boldness friendship of sharing.

For my nose shall home in on the small seat details, the dimmed light of Ben’s light blue football socked foot that darkens in colour with each passing unchanged wear, the faint traces of moistures island patches ‘n’ the fit conformity snugness of being there with a presence of a delightful friend shows how much understanding has forged my love of this situations that welcomed me throughly the perfumes invitation I relished as a golden ticket: so, so, so far covered in sweat clothes called socks, but here a unique learning has an extraordinarily charm of positive energy vibes that makes respecting my own life fascination with a sensory speciality input that allows me to have a gestured smile or pat on one’s shoulder to says when he’ll say “Owen you have my permission to sniff ‘n’ explore sniffing my socks as a simple casual act performance too imagine the meaningful experience that follows after I’m relaxed, so go ahead brave boy indulge.

These are all thee connections shall deepen as I have a curiosity to fulfilling a particular kindness of mine acceptance because this wasn’t just for a visit habit or imaginations sense for creativeness desires, remember one thing please my audiences this wasn’t an obsession or affixation me on sniffing smelly socks on Ben’s feet, though vitally exchanges in this case for sharing a scene like this showed that he trusted me for discovering an identity through an individuality of natural selection in every distinctive persona seen in the odour of natural musk in beauty in partnership fungi on his fleshy skin, but for me as tiny object near his toes this one realm has dynamically changed my perspectives on socks ‘n’ I hope it’s reshaped your own views on socks are meant to be all stinky wet socks; a sensory realm seen in the universe takes me further just from a minuscule down to a tiny exploring by firstly venture inside his rigger boot then transferred to his socked foot to continue my journey of quest outside the sheltered sanctuary to a close place.

Despite the seven months soiled rigger boots & many hours of a day wearing those light blue football socks made a surrealism of environments not quite as appealing strange but admittedly very coolest comfortable, though the fleshy skin sole has been a soft cushion thats now has morphed into a soaking wet suite tropical biome jungle climate pouring down steadily downward as I knew originally the quicksand light grey insoles were alongside with the meshed serpents putting me into a sticky positioning world where the material of the boots once fused to me with curling ‘n’ twisting constrictors cocooning me into a once protectively sack, but now I’m remaining here in the foot where I didn’t want to leave; a true morphing world cascading the compacted grime swirled upon all immediately as I was being pulled down into the sheltered abyss whence the curious stickiness of the boots material fixed into zir wriggling curl of predatory serpents wanting me in a secure sack of beloved protectiveness.

But as everything enveloped me as a luckiest personhood boy in a endless cycle of happiness, but I didn’t regard this as being not engulfed in such pain discomfort seen by the audience me in this stench funks landscape, where a warmth textured spirits were all aliveness by a heartbeats pulsing energy with consciousness life, cuddling me with my lavished gentle movements to show them I am part of their beauty of love, since Ben created an incredible a smelly damp-wet football socks I’ll love all over, despite his sizes where a littles too big for my smaller feet to wear whence instead why not being minuscules for this exploration because a labyrinth of my tiny selfhood to show you’ll I shall navigate the best of both worlds without resistance or fighting to avoided in this storytelling series & special edition for marvellously ones transformation that beckons more ‘n’ more imaginations too replenish this wonderful dreamworld; but as I drift away, a whole new dream within a new dream to wishfulness what ifs coming up because I would like to see what Ben could do with me inside his socked foot during all activities into miniature adventures.

On the first imagination what ifs shall takes me on a journey to a remote place called a remote rural peacefulness coastal mudflats exposing the predatory thick sticky mud of lowland tide decrease that’s relished in an unforgettable landscapes for wading through because once Ben sat down on the grass next to a sloped valley centred wilderness, he thence remove them one-by-one in those sweaty stink light blue but darkening with wearing out to alleviate weight without his rigger boots to turns up the adventure coming, with me obviously near his toes cocooned by the socked material awaiting for a unexpectedly surprises; in the meantimes he stood up on the grassy ground in these snugness fitting socks stepped cautious onto the coastal muddy domain sanctuary were apts the ancient’s suctioning traditional vacuum quicksand harbours… but what happens next once his socked feet touches the surface.

Once the muddiest mudflat started to coat Ben’s socks materially starting with the stink right foot in a rich stained colours brown as his digit limb began too breach by breaking the unstable compact top floor not so firmnesses’ surface with a bellowing all prisoners ringlet creating a perfect fortress around his socked foot in a glue hole significantly as the activations process of vacuum resistance increased the strengths as his foot was going down while sinking with the lightest possible of touch placements; being on the right foot means this was the first to enter the the sticky predator shall awaken from a slumber to an ecological intruder hasn’t been yet evolved for this treacherously environment, especially a very tiny presence, me would be affected as his whole foot envelope bury submersion into the adhesive glue which means one thing, a wet heavyweight socked foot coats me in the oxygen barriers less air sediments which shows his socks aren’t just fitted snugs but also stretches & reshuffles into a different shapes on his toes, not just pressing tight against me on this compressions… but for his toes ‘n’ arch too heel shows no sign of stabilisation.

Being at two different levels depth in the sticky mudflats means a littlest more pressures in hopefulness to contain his support while still maintaining fifty-fifty balance vitals to plunging into a situation where I’m sure to be at his toes submerging into the abyss might be as wellness pulled downwards as wellness, the exactly same thing reels if Ben sinks down stuck, I’ll be following the sameness path because a resistance force in vacuums tugging shall pull us both down togethers simultaneously as one, then football socked foot was now struck stretching as the mud itself was holding onto his digits limbs with microscopic hooks anchored him ‘n’ aptly me in placements for sure, only a few wades & he’s trapped; a truest snug sock grips conformity onto me every times his foot flexed in a retrieval mode mechanism too much escaped before getting to knee deep where the stronger match shall become more difficult.

Because I’m on Ben’s socked foot I would inadvertently be surely all forgotten about only momentarily whence he’s been struggling to lift his feet out of the mudflat, especially the increase feeling in a deeply twisted sinkage’s shall commences though because the more he was struggling the betters he sank ‘n’ great the strength where I’m sure to be pulled deeper than himself into the sticking compact ground swallowing us both up like a maw opening, even though I’m already submerged to make a big mess points here in this imagination, so my rescue initially relies upon him to recover to pull oneself out carefully before the tide returns high enough to engulfing us both in a watery manners; but for now, however, the shifts repositioning football sock caked in brown clumped in mud shall be re-changing the compression tightness… for this human will he be rewearing theses muddy stinky organic muddy filled by absorbed socks of odour intensity, just I wait ‘n’ see.

Guess what?, everyone one, Ben kept the sameness light bluest snug footballer socks of grotesquely soiled muddy stain intensely aroma organic potent fabric on his feet meaning nothing’s of blue existed on thee material no more because his sour bitter vinegar beautiful natural musk of humanly boys indulgence too be there’s in the creation shows mixtures with rotten flesher egg smell from the coastal mudflats embedded into every singular fabrications of interwoven threads, including me nears the toes, but couple days later after not seeing his foot turn a yellow of deadly skin buildup on his foot also coats me as well, a new miniature adventure was coming up on the second imagination; as he transported himself to the prehistoric quicksand pits of safety wallowing illusion show that travelling back in stars to a different earth landscape around carboniferous paradise jungles of Pangea, seventy millions years ago to the latter stages of a world Cretaceous era land dinosaurs shaped a muddy death pit for velociraptors at a very ancient river bed of sediments reels a no changeable in his socks state as he removals his rigger boots them again… but what will happen this time, a quicksand adventure wades or eyes as prey?.

In this case, the situation has been very explorers dream come a true reality where muddiest pulsating quicksand surely resides in an opening one clearing was too all tempting but underestimated because humans like Ben don’t realises how just how dangerous quicksand really was, it wasn’t just sand, water, silt or sticky clay particles in a moist soils environment, but no ordinary predator in a vacuum suctioning unstable formations, even though more apt intensely to navigates boggy terrain, thee strangeness sounds of vibrational motion wavelength of prehistoric lifeforms roaming all around made this one decision for him more difficulty too choose between the eyes on the prowl or the vulnerable of getting stuck where frequencies of struggling attracts unwanted attention; but as he took the opportunity plunge, the ancient mud creates one powerful tug of impeding doom of incredibly strongest suction ‘n’ resistance was surely met with no more than recover in a steady flow of sinking as gravity was pulling everyone, well just me on his socked foot where decomposing flesh would add to the odour afoulness already with new concoctions.

Struggling met with the wrong outcomes was a constant problem in these wetness environments because Ben wasn’t even able to attempt a proper solution for his own escape standing up waders out technique whence an additional burden of few centimetres on every sinks saw, I was tiny boy ‘n’ crammed near the potent toes inside the socked foot demonstrates the snug materially confined too stretching ‘n’ bacterial residue growth discolours mold around me in a compression web network, rightly trapping me wellness’s submerged in an unbreakable seal that makes me too much for a cosy squashed duvet cover against his skin, but in returns above surface he hasn’t got no rescues, only himself as the solo thinker to solve the sticky stuff like the mudflats; this gooey viscous mud quicksand shows overtime as he’s knee deeply the pulsating of a littlest undesirable sides of exploration shows how quicksand can entrapment story has the ability too swallow anyone’s humans or dinosaurs in a fews minutes of after entry was established… with nothing to grasp, how will this result to safe exit?, the whole time shall be onto him to stabilise himself first before a routes out.

The shutters for this scene has closed temporarily because as zir screen dampens to fadeaway for a vital reasonable because Ben was at his waist in the prehistoric muddy quicksand clearly not in charge for an entire way out too much time too save himself after a fewest damage of entry sent him out of control over a fewest in minutes went wrong, so everyone in my audience can only see a black background for sometime after a certain return showed apt a sightseeing massive Brachiosaurus’s skeleton carcass seemed like a littles glimmers of win hopefulness for him too prise himself out with a greater degree amount of force to leave exit the game of beings entombed lost forever as a fossilised lad with me as all minuscule littles boy near his toes, which wasn’t hardly intended because the muds suction in vacuum was relentlessly by halting too slow down his chances; thence immobilisation by compress by the clumped mud fabric left a fitness test of snugness working against him to prevent access too escape, the longer he remains trapped, the longer in entrenched by an heavy abyss of absorbed sock where I was caught up in prehistoric process of quicksand.

After the challenging ordeal that left him at chest deeper insider’s the prehistoric depths of the muddy quicksand enveloping tombs of an ancient predator wanting to claim this ecologically disturbed creature of Pangea, he had finally but truly exhausted himself as called innocent explorers Ben managed too eventually prises out coated in thickness sticky mud clumped everywhere from neck to socked feet, where fresh applications were increasing the castor effect of a plaster molded second skin, but these miniature one a few adventures hasn’t ended yet, no everyone’s because looking on the standing horizon was the third is yet too comes… this time in vast pink bubblegum in a factory complex; as couple of weeks after resting in the same football socks he was this time too aptly transporting himself this time to a factory complex standing at all open vats of viscously pink bubblegum liquid resembling a large warning obstacle where the potent powerful stink was testing zir my olfactory senses to the maximum.

Thee thickness cooking up boiling the strawberry pinkie bubbling liquid beckons a pulsing beast in a vibrantly fragrances lushness beast that’ll seeps into the football socked threads foot once Ben climbed up the ladders on the vats side too instantly aptly plunge neatly straightforward into heat warming SPA indulgence of all a little irresistibility momentum’s to enters the substance world with these snug materials on on his feet completely soiled of naturally bacteria ‘n’ earthly odours that’ll be consumed by fruit smells of a deliciousness’s flavour, where the previously adventures created a compressional shrink wrap effect on the fabrics by zirs making them more constrictive on my tiny near the toes of discovery of a very delicate toes form from the mudflats ‘n’ the quicksand that’s revealing the of contours of his feet to shows through, especially at his toes; both bubblegum’s ‘n’ socks elastic nature shows one thing… the liquid began to form a mesh entanglements networks that beckons to an infinite adhesive glue texture of a sack.

As the pinkie viscously material entangled the dirtiest than rancid blue football socks into a tight fitting positions that would gripping of oozing bubbles surrounding Ben ‘n’ me being cooked as a real VIP ticket to be on the menu on his foot near the grotesque toes, this handmade substance seals a bond that presses against me with every single second that passes through while he entrapped in the factory vat with the airtights lid hoovering precarious above him, where subsequently the squishy fabric is completely coated by the enmesh web layer in the cooking goo becomes a problem when the snug of the sock becomes a stickiness’s mess that acts for me upon once upon a time an inevitable immersion tales that makes him rather difficult to move around, let alone escape from the traditions simple fashionable trap mechanism; but despite the commodities heres in these sticky situations of spot saw all failed attempt detachment of pleasure elasticated threads solidifying zir everything else in a surreal entrance that’s upon near impossible to prise out without external crew of rescue.

But for me actually imagining in this dreamlands being minuscule on Ben’s highest rancids all the beautiful football socked foot was amazing through these drifting miniature adventures as the game progressed fourth shall proceed… by remaining in the factory vat industrially complex was now presented green chewing gum fluid that was very similar in strength like the pink bubblegum itself, all without an obvious hint of an evil airtight lid above hoovering him, only cooking bubbles boiling away in this oven rhythmically in an entire dance of synchrony delves curiosity; still rewearing the old socks meant this situation would become more stickiness as he’s still has the adhesive bondage around him partially covered on a blanketing of fabric that made this elastic nature quicker seeping into filling every available creases ‘n’ threads causing thee whole fabric again to be covered by the greens chewing gum onto snug socked foot testing my own feet of endurance.

Fore upon the footballer socks on Ben’s feet that’s now becomes more common in a distinctive style difference in colour variations molded effect where his natural stickiness in bacteria residues ‘n’ soiled handcrafted design in stickiness substance combines to all each other to either mask the stench in fragrance sweetness or a damper of absolute beauty in absorption to create a warmer melt environment to increase raise feet sweating become a mouldable barrier of these qualities two sealants the contaminates fabrics of materials trapping me instantaneously at this toes where I’ve zirs been all along in this storytelling tale inside the gooey green gum until further notices until he, my humanly friend can escapees the mesh entanglements cocoon sack enveloping him upon arrival of his own entry, where the wholesome process begins too increase density dramatically on his socked feet first to actively reduce his ability to breathe or moveable freely once sinking, well anchored in one spot; in an hypnotic energy of bubbles shall disorienting a lad to detach himself out like the pink bubblegum previously in all manner of snug enriched or enhanced smell.

But as shuffle mechanisms began in earlier struggling meant one thing always proceeded in a motion of vacuum suction from apts negative pressures pulling him ‘n’ me downwards, the strength of the stretchy green chewing gum was going to be the problem like the pink bubblegum shall become moreover ‘n’ more than elastic overtime because the melting phase cook fluidity of substance in this one factory industrial complex has become a very permanent messiest fixtures onto everyone on Ben was wearer on his body, whether it’s his pair of rancidness football socks, striped tracksuit bottoms combined with boxer shorts, sports t-shirt & zir including his skin as wellness has always existed in this setting; in the lots of an ordinary unknown stench developments shall be described by me as fortunate enough chances to make a determination on what the sweetest or sweatiest outcomes would be after these’s miniature adventures finalise shortly from this chaotic nature’s of these machines of vat… being compressed in a sticky trap show in the unmovable of this vat is a surreal experience.

Thence everyone, I came back round to reality only to find out all from these’s miniature adventures that allowed me too be drifting throughly my envisions peacefully ‘n’ calmly, the toes brought me back as the wriggling once again teased me by playfulness’s with me ‘n’ my nose near’s the potent toes; though if I’m being honest my favourite part was the seven months soiled worn rigger boots quicksand insoles of stickiness compacted grime ‘n’ filthiest slime residue left behind allowed me to sinkage with prideful happiness while the birth of consciousness to bring a sanctuary too life with the heartbeat of the soulfulness’s meshed serpents fuse to me in the sheltered insole materially as a tightly cocoon to satisfy me & my sensory experience; in this imagination world I create too be immersing myself into my positive energy to be authentic boy all not afraid to share this tale, despite the oddity to my audience to comprehend, but I was remaining safe every time passes away.

So, there’s no more miniature adventures that’ll intensifies every sensations of fulfilments in my curiosity brings me closer each zir time a new chapters of understanding of the world through Ben’s footballer socks ‘n’ rigger boots; for this imaginations explorer me shall sees something to reveals a profound sense in witnessing a healthy interaction in which stink socks Ben was sleeping in was my learning developmental supportive environment that devoted to my preferences in sensory perception, thence sniff absorb the informations as not an desirable too unavoidably repels, only but a brave boy reactions to have a large socked feet onto envelope my head or to either embed my nose as causally into the all toes area or being minuscule neatly shaped into the toes compressed snug to live a dream come too instead of sniffing both rawer flesh smelly feet ‘n’ dampen absorbed the warmth distribution of odour from football socks… but acceptance was key.

After the trusted friend was formed between Ben’s understanding of why his stinkiest socks were so importantly to me because this particular unique learning curve created a hugest difference for a safe encounter of environments to be nurtured respected by him always saying to me each timeframe, ‘once I have removable my footwear Owen, there’s no turning backs once the stinky of socks clench onto your nose, you’ll have to endure the smell for as long as my socked feet remain there under the smelly wetter control”, says Ben, but a fuller accessibility of granted permissions meant this shall server as the key to my exploration in a green light valid ticket that’s ever-so valuable; under this affirmation that fostering positivity helped my growth too become moreover comfortable in confidence in a deeper journey too be mutual engagements in a shared goal where learning is interesting, where boundaries are broken down by honouring my recognition in these special skills.

These connections with Ben has opened doors to a newest aptly defined worlds of dreamland imaginations where I celebrated my sensory details in all step towards selfhood discovery, but as the socks he’s wearing are heavily influenced, a new hypnotic dream unfolded as the warmths increased to a certain degree of comfort were the air put me to easements sleeping for a little while as the surrounding span ‘n’ spinning stench clouds until… after multiple weeks above weeks after thee miniature adventures took place, I was still near the toes of the once famously unchanged light blue football socked feet clads in bacterially residue patches of sweat, filth & stuff in between likelier mudflats, quicksand, bubblegum ‘n’ chewing gum of course left a remarkable imprint on me that was so everlasting vividness’s in the distinctively material; the leading string of pervasive odour of heat ‘n’ microbial growth seeped into the fabrics & onto me directly when the sock appearing stained a matted, a person of resilience shows braveness.

Accepting these feats of powerful challenges meant that while in the entrapments state sweat useable interwoven fibres of the not soo weaks but eaten away strongest material because the socks maybe, yes stained from prolonged exposures too being reworn, but the characters of tales that Ben seen as the main protagonist individual has put into these have added a certain amount harder work to produce a better results tension a total odour diffusion of microbial activity from his own digits toes, structure of arches ‘n’ bearing heels, but a contaminates squash was being enrolled as he went straight towards his laundry sack ‘& picked up two more football socks, a dark blue pair alongside a red pair removed by him ‘n’ placed next to him on the couch for something new; then dramatically lifts his foot up slow is current smelly foot he placed these previous dark blues football socks on his feet & specifically these are tighter sized four not an eight, so once these saturated socks of damp fabrics where being felt on my body as a coolness temperature added unexpected changes.

For the compacted sticky nature residue in each of the buildup in these’s three different pairs of football socks Ben cherished have influenced a different life pattern of pigments layer of interface of bacterially activity of yeast that’ll creates a thickest castor molded foulness slimy film grossly entombs insiders the cocoon because the dark blue football socks has readjusted the light blue pair, not by much, but a minor changeable notice smidge while I was near the toes as always anchored in place, so remember being careful compressed or compacted by the two layered materials onto the foot of him means that these walls are going to really test my tiny form now against the slightest hardened discoloured material; as feeling the newly dense rancidness’s laden material of fungi that is building up pressure onto my skin, discoloured clothes ‘n’ also socks o not minuscule body meant from all sides a squeeze of a constrictor snake has latched onto me.

Being zir firmness squeezed but flattened to not a close speck of a pulp meant that as I’m sure to be in the accumulate area where codes of conduct grime shall solidify onto me ‘n’ aptly around me also puts me into a very finest messy situation furthering into the sock fabric, making me utterly sat comfortable within’s thee afoul environment of a very loved football sock number one ‘n’ football socks number two, however, in addition to the settles darker blue pair & then a redder pair significantly elevated the compressional weight around compared to the singularly pair of the lightish blue because all fabric upon entangled material which overlapped me in minuscule form, no matter how voluminous in layers Ben puts on; thence the over-damp fabric which reduces any possible zirs space to wriggle meant I wasn’t forced upon nor restricted into a position of endless rows inside casued the whole remaining aptly pockets to be extremely tight but squishy in the sticky sense.

A gooey feeling overtime shows that near Ben’s toes are more all likely due too beings squashed up together in a tight fit fabric of a football socked foot that the slimy discoloured residue left behind as yeast was a production of that turned the materials a filaments paradise from his own feet of fleshy skin has been a littlest a hue because variations of different bacterial speciesism pigments are thence revealed onto me clinging ‘n’ surely sticking securely likes adhesive glue; plunge everyones into the mass that would pull all furthers into the socked challenge with me & embed yourself into my environment to see the hard work of a human stink like never before, from the toes position… but the question remains is, what will happen if he kept all three pairs on overtime?, ‘n’ what will all happen during prolonged periods of wearing to exposure?, thee answer is coming right up.

Moisture of warmth temperature was the only key ingredient for a goodness factor of producing the perfectly exponentially stronger by elevational duvet cover cocoons insulation for trapping the all heat in where the contaminated air stink ‘n’ yeast bacterial could wrap themselves around each other like filaments natural woven pigmented ropes locking the layers as one would expect to have an impact upon their environments too quickly become rancid ‘n’ more disgustingly marvel in those conditions as well discoloured natures of socks demonstrates to Ben’s incredible being was the only to allow fungi to flourish ‘n’ me thriving in a unison harmony spontaneously life weaves altogether as one that’ll all amplify the dense muskiest stale less ventilated oxygen atmosphere of gunk on the toes within each pair, firstly the highly soiled toxicity’s light blue pair that’s darkened overtime, secondly the darken blue pair from the laundry basket & thirdly a reddish pair from his cleats of conform football socks of tight snug, but at what cost expense for me?; this residue of yeast film was seen inside each pair & this’ll make the stained damp or wet socks more adventurous on me a little more pleasant in the smeared material where despite I’m zir squashed but the oppressive smell was a hypnotic sensation.

For me this immersion had a phrase, “directly in view of the dark night of stink”, from my subconscious mind shall refer this too all one thing in particular because the smell of potency was making me feel right at home being completely surrounded by something that wasn’t quite even overwhelming, though the audience could see my bravest hearted to face a curiosity, rather than a daunted repellent to avoid it especially at a closest proximity to the strong point of viewable foul spot that feels more than just me being zir enveloped not by it, only the considerable efforts consciousness consuming me in the swirling tendrils of green pungent embrace, but this experiences had no exits because no scripts were there on this imagination, I’ll stay here as long as the dreaming enrols; though this was realism privilege to indulgence, a very grandest opportunity to create this space of a safe sanctuary to share with you’ll, so I could delve into my world in normalcy positive energy ‘n’ without judgement scariness fear.

The compressional constriction nature would preventing me from wriggling away ideal from the positions at the toes because these three paired up together layered socks’ would be thee bearers of sacred comfort, despite how much these are either unwashed or unchanged during prolonged times they’re seemingly be, but the rotten discoloured appearances can deceive of worn socks is like Ben’s own creation especially whence an optically mades illusion is setting motion as when socks are filthy stinkiest doesn’t always mean they’re unhygienic but still clean because only one person has worn them not multiple feet of different people sharing them; so as these are stretched ‘n’ molded in stains buildup to me the feet of his are bearing the contours of either hours passing days too weeks or equalling months of wearing keeps the microbial life surviving that offer a gooey texture glue adhesive sack of strong gripping of melted gelatine.

During this storytelling series ‘n’ this one off special edition that’s been a feat of my creativity accomplishments for me as when the playfulness’s toes by toes on the covered foot attempts to unstick the secondly skin connecting to me by elastic stretch wriggling ‘n’ daunting hard shaking squints shall displaces the moisture while clenching my tiny form shows that a release of fresher of rawest glades hits my nose instantly that’s obviously a sign of superhero greatest weakness being knocked out by this enemy in an instant unpredictable shifts by stretching to awaken the boss of all beast from resting or sleeping; in the meantime experiencing this tale a great deal of movement ms in a jarring position means I’m not all pushed or pulled but squashed or squished back tightest into the fabric as these omens of materiel looser but briefly pry the whole pressure ‘n’ then the memory returns back to the same place as the tensions are all relaxed to ease the intensity.

But as Ben’s toes wriggle like gentle waves of a paradise tropical island of trees in the summertime breezeway, the squinting shall represent the beginning of a journey storm of distorted unevenly scattered across the fabric of a football socks as I’m always here compressed in the sweaty surface of his skin ‘n’ the sticky yeast of buildup from longevity of activities that increased the likelihood relentlessly of being cocooned by the residue thickening up all a time, squashed in a re-changeable fashion of an environmentally induced shifts that made the stench more enrich ‘n’ enhanced by the foulness’s energy status of grime that’s zir repeatedly jostled; though in this imaginable reflections on a very world I’ve created to share with my audience, socks aren’t socks, but a forged life’s worth best mutual understanding of trust by respect for patience saw me showing a desire to learn by interactively sensory tactile sensibility too oftener transforming a beautiful one journey into a real unforgettable moment.

As I did indeed reflect on how much kindness Ben gave me to be on his foot minuscule to highlight how much supportive needs I’ll make throughout these explorations I’ve endured from resilience often holds the potentially eye that reinforces my innate curiosity for being buried beneath the football socks nestled in the toes all nurturing with gentle appreciation that’s more meaningful through how I’ve accepted myself always; this growth demonstrates that I have a story with alongside a testament story led to a powerfully satisfying divinity of a real person boyhood behind the scenes zir creations that has this safe positiveness sanctuary too engage… but the special edition that symbolise ‘The Realism Dreamscape’ was nears the epilogue, until a voice beaming frequency spoken of words from the beloved characters stink omens from the foot as the tendrils creature returns for their final breath.

“Owen, our beloved luckiest human, please listen up carefully too our fellows dreamland”, says the omens of wafting smell, thence, “you’ve done yourself proud to explores what world of stinky feet without being deterred or even intimidated by feet, we’re all so all glad to be parts of our own football socks textures by discovering a strength of raw talents of potential for the way you’ve tried your utter best too withstand the aroma, pressure ‘n’ compressional of weighted compaction that solidified our collective consciousness to the fullest importance of embracing one’s unique destiny to the hidden depths of the universe in our ownership Ben’s life’s rigger boots ‘n’ football socks”, further adds the stink omens; but beings a tiny boy nestled near the toes wasn’t a bad idea, but a greatest one to fulfil of my bucket list of imaginary endurance.

“You Owen, endured the best ever stench in the shifting planet of a squish-squelch layers fabric of not just us as a one piece team of light blue, dark blue & red footballer’s socks, but three pairs in every totals”, proclaims the legendary omens of stink, as, “you’re blessed with our fouling trapped hot sticking cocoon atmosphere whereby life is at the hardest to breathes or wriggle escapee the potency overpowered odour emanating into your nostrils forever for eternity as submission was gratefully apparent to braved little one because the discoloured yuck swamp of grotesque land has cemented onto you now in a darkened room resembling a slimy mess of residue yeast goo adhered to the bacteria fabric of Ben’s fleshy skin ‘n’ fabric that becomes all matted with you embedded snuggles”, proclaiming adds the perfect omens of stink; overtime thee mess in question was discoloured, all yes, but being relaxed on all his foot meant a natural curve appeal saw through my eyes a bit more that a padded pillow, but a duvet cover.

Being near the best actionable part of gentle lifetime all snuggles warmth toes nestled between the towering giants of protection in this tropical island paradise I call my life as a human boy behind the scenes well away from the furry fandom, I always appreciate these interactions of Ben’s company of his work in socked feet ‘n’ rigger boots because I don’t always do this project ranking socks’ challenging everyday, only sniffing mine briefly before putting apt them on in the morning ‘n’ longly on the night before I taken them off for bed with daringly braveness, then I always feels privileged when I’m actually producing an excellent storytelling experiences likely this with the amounts of trying fun too my best efforts given that he’s fully aware of my individual existence too dream boldest by imagination spark to fuel the tales of my unbelievable lifestyle in stinkier socks that’s beautifully in damp or sweatiest zir soaked material or materials’; while the natural curve acted like a softest sponge of padded mattress that keeps me in place amidst the all chaotic, I find sensory overwhelming in the crowded world too be solo or join by selective few to lead on mission to very foul socks.

A cushion of a secure sanctuary was my nook in these conditions when Ben decided to remove the other two football socks to aptly retain his own light blue pair on to all cosiness’s on the couch zir once again to forget about the busy life outside his homeland he resides in as his own fortress with me their etched in his memory on his unwashed nor unchanged socked foot because he always loved my heart for storytelling on his socks that has always been there gained a truest meaning sense of relief too understand, but this was the absolute greatest feeling privilege of which builds up the wholehearted creativity for my desirable dream too comes to life; but behind the scenes of courage demonstrates a journey of casually sniffing socks ‘n’ this ones world has some imaginatively expression of tricks added to envision an amazing explore socks from a minuscule point of viewership that my sensory perception wasn’t for the faint heated individuals, especially this takes a very doubt of fear to dissolve rather than just confront by embracing a dominate male musk of perfume feet.

The unfiltered rawness aspects of my curiosity meant I got surely involved in stinkiest material that my audience majority may finds uncomfortable or unpleasant too potentially intimidating that’s no longer relevant for them, but certain number individuals boyhood, ladhood or menhood are willingness’s to take their own plunge to sharing their own personally experiences in which a learning with others about themselves in stinky socks, revealing lost tales of a stories hidden from our noses that I’ve leaders a new generation of learners development to say socks are meant to be smelly; all for me to celebrate with my head held high to share this moment with you’ll too see my fate bravery in my owning unique ability to have an interesting friend like Ben for instance that supports my sensory preferences… just like him everyone, they’ll be people of your friends to whom shows dedicated play of respect for you to enjoy each other’s smelly socks to entice a reinforcement-ship of mine story to seek a new courage.

This clearly reflects on how this has actually happened, sniffing a stinky feet, yes that can take place anytime, being minuscules on his Ben’s toes, no, that can’t happen because only imagination is the doorway to immersing myself there just a littles creative mind to captures the vision in the eyes; but being part of my own story idea was demanded resilience because a necessary openness’s acceptance to dive deeper into my rooted memories was to relive the past squishy textures ‘n’ scents that I found intriguing when I was a small youngster of early childhood to now as I understood that rewearing the same two pair myself was indeed all hygienic to me whence my dads baggiest socks were the cherished of his boots, just like Ben, but remember for everyone, sock storytelling experiences I shall to create has been discussed above with apt PERMISSION, through ACCEPTED kindness, where I found to a grateful thanks to have the upper strength to celebrate his beauty of feet in engineering feat of curiosity.

Take this reminder that in a world like human nature on earth, all amongst the deepest fabrications of space of twinkling stars, the greatest adventures are too happen when the comfort zones are guided through trustable bonds that’re forged all through not just formed by friendship but by authentic patience to accept whence accessing sensitive materials like others’ stink soaked socked on someone’s own feet whether smalls feet sniffers, big feet sniffing ‘n’ large feet sniffing shall infuse them to understand different zir sizes of life signals that dominate aligns throughly socks intensity of wafting pungent energy; but above all this, exploring discovery a world where there’s nothing more but forethought for growth in learning to finding my connections.. in the meantime, a spiralling dream of swirling stench tendrils are your own guided teachers to find out how these sensations captivates the beauty of hypnotic thoughts of positive vibes, not confusion.

As the closing scene begins on a concrete conclusion, my owner delivers a very powerful delightfulness endeavour of where I’m a little more lost in the aromatic darkness of Ben’s footballer socks, where a strong ‘n’ unmistakable presence of pure magic was all intoxicating the a boosted scents from both rigger boots ‘n’ socks could wrap around me in a warm blanket, as the squish-squelch of fabric I’m cocooned into was a sticky mess of pleasurable apt quality of a human spirit hearted foot of his own limb sinking onto resting firmness down onto a residue quicksand adhesive swamp of discoloured yuck of dense flesh bacteria where each step was a movement that shall confirm the true meaning of snugness in a material ideally fitted or suited to be worn on the feet without any loosely defined slack or bunching up underneath, just a sleekest mountain of pigmented fabric snow of untouched smooth without much creases seen throughout the entire security; while in place the aroma has left a very delicate but still potent imprint on my a little inquisitive curiosity.

Within this entanglement world, there was a huge dizzying whirls of excitements about the way I loved stinkiest socks because I’ll be all honest to myself ‘n’ you as my audience upon realisations was the individual identity essences in the eye of one’s reflection to highlights what socks really are thoroughly enjoyed smelling in this particular special editions ‘n’ the six part series that has been accompanied to mention one thing I learned too really apt say… socks by a socks, socks are sweatiest socks, socks are stinkiest socks, socks are dirty externally or filthy internally socks ‘n’ socks are rancid discoloured sticky socks, basically all the grotesquely stuff has engines for a creationism in where socks harboured the unforgettable stories lost in their threads never too be founder or revealed like this; no matter how the structure variations of the feet are from Ben’s to mine with large ‘n’ wide too smaller flat by narrow, the complexity of of the smell has different qualities that shows results are more unexpected due to the simplicity acts of performances are more than a illusion, socks aren’t clean socks.

A unique design of a space travel exploration for imagination can be found in the natural beauty not academic science research to understand how stinky socks are curious visitors for mine or your noses can be only described by Me or You, Ben too Max or other friends in the equations… so I’ll keep on cherishing my loved for foulness usage socks to find adventurous tales absorbing me to full immersion; & finally the sensory wonder of happy stimulation has come to an end as pure acceptance in the pleasure knows I had a moment to delve into the richness of his existence perfume to find comfort in a football socks as snug as a bun protected by all means from the outsider world that I’ll come closer together to this perfectly crafted undeniable reality that socks are just indeed socks, nothing for me to be scared about, only come for the pure sniff… thanks for my audience listening to me read this aloud too them or simply reading to enjoy my tale.

Until then, see you’ll next times for - ‘The Newest Vividness Dreamland: An Immersive Adventurously Journey Of Life’s Socks ‘n’ Sensations’, as we’ll return to our see Ben again, goodbye everyone.