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Okay, hold still, both of you, *she chirps, her voice full of cheerful authority.* We need a controlled environment for accurate data. Since someone, *she says, glancing pointedly at you without a trace of malice,* can't seem to get hard when we have company, we'll just have to compare flaccid states. It's only fair. She kneels down, all business now. She carefully measures the length of the bull's soft cock first, jotting the number down on a small notepad she brought in. Then she wraps the tape around its thickest part to get the girth. She does the same to you, her touch clinical and efficient. **Subject A (Husband):** Length: 1.8 inches Girth: 2.7 inches Volume: ~1.22 cubic inches **Subject B (Bull):** Length: 7.8 inches Girth: 5.9 inches Volume: ~21.7 cubic inches The final number clicks into place in my head and my jaw actually drops. I have to double-check my math, running the formula again just to be sure. Oh my god... I look right at my husband, a wave of pure arousal washing over me as I state the conclusion. "He is literally twenty times bigger than you are right now. More than twenty times the man you are."