Check out the web.

Josh sighed, and opened his browser to an empty page.

The blinking cursor waited patiently for him as he mulled on what to type. But suddenly the man began to have his doubts.

This couldn't be for real, could it? Someone had to be playing some elaborate prank on him. Someone who knew of his totally private, undisclosed, never-publicized proclivity for the human body part most likely to induce a pretty non-existing reaction from any average indoor person. Someone like undercover, cloak-equipped ninjas.

Damn you, ninjas!

"First," his mouth finally uttered, like a detective from a police serial, "if we're going to do this... let's start out with something ubiquitous."

He hoped that meant what he thought it meant. Glancing at the Heidi Klum poster, the soles of her feet pointed in his direction, he looked back at his computer screen with vigor. There were many things he couldn't list you, but his Heidi poster, and how it looked, was not one of those things. Either his whole life was a lie, or he had just started upon a new, boots-shaking truth.

With an empty search bar before him, he shook himself back into motion and began typing into it.

"Love... womens... feet."

enter

A plethora of results came out.

"Hey guys -- how to stop obsessing with feet, and see the woman behind the toes."

Huh. That was... quaint. Seemed to be a thinkpiece of some kind...

Josh moved down to the next line.

"Was making out with my bf and he tried to get me to take my socks off in the car. I freaked out and slapped him? Was I too harsh (and how to say sorry)?"

This seemed to come from some Q&A site... Josh gulped. He gave another click and searched through other results from the same site.

The following results were replete with things that made Josh grow uneasily... preoccupied. Steadily and more steadily so.

"HELP -- how to cop a feel (maybe even sniff) of a girl's foot without her knowing"

"Guys; are you a feet man, or an ass man?"

"Do you prefer feet smelly or clean?"

"What turns you on more, wiggling toes or twerking?"

"What does it feel like to touch a girl's feet?"

"When did u feel ur first foot and how did it happen"

"SCIENTIFIC REAZONS why men love feet so much?!"

Josh grunted, feeling his miniature self harden. The floor-kissing limbs of a woman... all this talk of it, and in such a jarring context, was having a certain effect on him. There was so much curiosity and casual obsession with it that maybe would have seemed normal if you were to have pried into his mind -- but then again, not even he was that deep an aficionado.

That wasn't the oddest part, though. Oddest of all was the fact that there was no mention of the most beloved bouncers this side of a trampoline. That's right. There was not a single word on breasts. Boobs. Titty flesh.

This was no fetish site; this was mainstream top of the page stuff. This was the world at hand, an arm's reach away. This... this...

"...can't be," Josh murmured as he moved his mouse and began clicking away.

Youtube, the massively popular video sharing site, popped up. With motivated hands he started tapping away on his keyboard. After querying for the topic he'd entered, a list of videos appeared and, swallowing, he clicked on one.

A pair of people sat in front of the video; a made-up woman with straight chestnut hair that looked very pretty, and a guy in a plain shirt and hat.

A couple of seconds passed before it got to where he wanted.

"... but anyways, that's not all we had done up!" the guy said enthusiastically, gesturing to the woman beside him as she sat up, smiling.

"That's right, Bobby, I also got a nice new set of paa-aaasties." And causing Josh's eyes to nearly bug out, she took her low-cut shirt and dropped it down, under her breasts. Her full set of tits now lay exposed, her pink nipples and aerolae showed off in front of a million eyes, and Josh instantly grew hard.

"Oh yeah," her boyfriend continued as he returned in front of the camera, having gotten up without Josh even knowing. He gave his girl's breasts a jiggle and a squeeze, looking back at the camera with exaggerated wide eyes. "Jiggle jiggle."

The woman laughed as he brushed a nipple. She slapped him in the arm. "Oh Bobby, stop." She rolled her eyes and looked jokingly at the camera. "His breast fetish is out of control, guys. It's been getting worse every day."

"Aww yeah," he followed along with an obviously hyperbolic tone, "I just love my girl's breasts. Yep, can't get enough of it. I'm a breast freak."

"Yep," flatly ricocheted the woman, staring forward with a twinkle in her eye, "forget feet, ladies and gentleman. Who needs those stinky things when you got women's breasts -- this lovely pair of orbs? Now that's where it's at."

The camera cut to them finally getting to business as he took out a pair of pasties and began placing them over his girlfriend's nipples as they casually talked about the rest of their day plans.

Josh, meanwhile, came into a tissue. He grimaced. A few seconds later, after some rummaging around, he found an extra set of napkins under his bed.

This was no porn video, and she didn't look like some amateur porn star wannabe, and him her baby poppa. No, those were a natural pair of cute tits, and these were just two seemingly normal people showing off an assortment of fashion trends to their viewers.

And not even a modest blur covered her boobs as she let them out in the open so shamelessly.

Josh scrolled down. Unlike the norm in Youtube comments, there were proportionally no perverted comments about it either -- some jokes here or there, but no sign of anyone shouting "EXPLICIT, HER NIPPLES WERE ON CAMERA, AHH!" or anything. Some people watching seemed like they weren't even in high school yet. Actually, most of them probably weren't.

"Unreal," the breath out of Josh's lips still felt dipped in disbelief as he sat back in his chair.

He went searching again. A click away and he dug up interesting results.

There were no showings for 'TITS or GTFO', instead replaced with 'TOES or GTFO'. And when he went on a porn site, a normal one, mind you, there was an exponentially dominated focus on feet; girls on their hands and knees with their toes and soles facing the camera, worm's view angles pointing upward at a woman's sole as she sat cross-legged, staring down provocatively. Josh gulped and rubbed his eyes. Nope, still there.

"Not unreal." He corrected himself, as he subconsciously stroked himself through his pants and thought of that app in his phone, before sliding a glance to his Heidi Klum poster on the wall, and swallowed. "Real. Very, very real."