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Every time you see me, it seems like I might have grown even more muscular, doesn’t it? As though I am growing right before your eyes. I’m bigger than you, stronger, and the distance between us is only getting wider as I continue to increase in size. It goes without saying that I’m taller than you, doesn’t it? Anyone could tell that, and besides you have to crane your neck up to look at me. Why don’t we measure something more interesting – I have a feeling you might be exactly proportionate. I’m wearing my favourite strap-on. It looks like it fits me, right? Looks as though it is the right size in my hands. I’ve got a measuring tape here, lets see how we each measure up where it really counts…