A couple of months ago, I bought myself a new smart bathroom scale (Eufy P3 model) as my old one had stopped working. I was telling my sister about the smart features it has and I was impressed by how easy it was to use and monitor my weight. Over the next few weeks, I mentioned it to several friends and family members, and my brother’s wife was looking for new scales. I told her I would send her some pictures when I got home, and she could come try them as well.

I like to weigh myself after I have a shower, and for accuracy, I stand on them naked so there is no weight fluctuation from clothing. After I got home from work, I showered and got on the scales naked and filmed myself using them, giving a running commentary on the screen and what the readings were. I was too focused on the display, and after quickly checking the footage, I decided to send it to the family chat group on WhatsApp so they could all be impressed by my latest gadget.

In our WhatsApp group, it’s more or less the entire extended family—mom, dad, my two brothers and three sisters, plus their husbands/wives and their older kids. My gran, four of our cousins, plus all their kids who got phones, with the youngest being 9 and the oldest being my gran at 77. The group is mostly used to post photos of days out or just quick messages or announcements for family stuff.

It’s mostly the women who post photos of the kids or links for shopping deals in the group. After I posted the video, I went off to get dressed, and my phone was pinging away. I went to check my phone after I got dressed, and I had over 60 notifications from WhatsApp. I clicked into the group, thinking, wow, they really love the scales.

After I started scrolling through the messages, it took me a few seconds to realize that something wasn’t right. They were making fun of me. I was still trying to process what was going on when my phone started ringing. It was one of my sisters. I answered the phone, and she was laughing hysterically on the other side.

Took her a few seconds to compose herself enough to say, “What the fuck did you post?”

I was beginning to get anxious because I was scrolling through the messages, trying to understand what the fuss was about. Now, my sister was making no sense, and I had alerts coming through like crazy for WhatsApp.

I got annoyed, and I raised my voice, shouting down the line, asking her, “What’s the problem.”

She said, “You don’t know? You didn’t even check what you were filming?”

I stayed silent.

She said, “Go look at the video you just filmed yourself naked and showing your tiny dick to the entire family.”

I heard other women in the background start laughing as she burst out laughing as well and cut the phone off. I panicked and quickly scrolled to the video and pressed play, and I almost died. The scales have a black glass build and are very reflective, almost like a dark mirror, so when I was standing on it, I was recording my reflection, looking straight up at my half-inch penis and tiny balls. I had been so focused on the display and the readings that I didn’t even notice my reflection. My heart started beating fast, and I quickly deleted the video and scrolled through the messages. There were now over a hundred messages, and they were still coming fast.

My brother had commented, ‘I don’t want those if they make you lose inches of your man bits.’

His wife added, ‘He’s already lost loads of inches. There’s barely anything left.’

My mom commented, ‘Finally, I can say my son has a micropenis, and before anyone says anything, yes, I’ve known he was small all along. I’m his mom.’

The chat was going crazy, with everyone bantering at my expense. My mom phoned me laughing, asking if I did it on purpose.

I said, “Of course not. Why would I show my penis to the entire family?”

She replied, “Maybe you wanted to come out as a micro guy or something.” She then said, “It’s done now. Just take the banter. They will move on eventually once they get bored.”

After she hung up, I went back to the messages, and my sister commented that I had deleted the video. A few seconds later, six family members reposted the video, and the jokes started again. My sister-in-law said my review was so good, and I went into the tiniest detail that she’s ordering one just so she remembers me every time she steps on it. Embarrassed and humiliated, I left them to make fun of me.

The next day I rewatched the video and imagined every family member reacting to my penis. I begged the group for the video to be taken down, and surprisingly, they deleted the videos from the group.

That was until my 19-year-old niece sent me a voice note saying, “I’ve been showing it to everyone at uni. You need to embrace who you are, so the video needs to go back in the chat so all the family can see it.” (i.e., if some family members aren’t tech-savvy like my gran and haven’t downloaded it.)

I sent her a no reply, and she said, “You’ve got a choice. You can either put it back in the group and keep it in the family, or I can post your naked scales review online and make it go viral as my friends are begging me for the video so they can share it on their channels for clicks.”

I thought about it, and I knew she was crazy enough to out me to the world for a few likes on the internet. I messaged her back, saying, “You can post it back if you want in the family group. I won’t ask for it to be removed.”

She said, “NO! You need to post it yourself.”

I sat thinking about it, and in the end, I thought, what the hell? The damage was done already, so I reluctantly reposted the video. The humiliation continued for over a week, and a lot of family members showed it to friends, especially the youngsters. They were brutal in humiliating me to their friends and then adding comments about what the friends had said about me.

 

To Be Continued…?

 

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