Geoffrey was cleaning out the secret attic of Acorn Castle, the place where his former master, Ixis Naugus, had hidden his magical items during his time as ruler. Now that Geoffrey and the kingdom were free of the monstrous sorcerer, these items needed to be moved to a place where no one could find them.


“My god, Naugus was only here a few weeks but this place seems to have been cluttered for years.” Geoffrey complained as he moved a stack of dust-covered boxes. But as he did so, the top box fell, releasing a large amount of dust that covered the skunk’s face while the contents scattered across the floor. “COF COF COF! My eyes!” Geoffrey began to rub his eyes, trying to see again.


Meanwhile, one of the scrolls in the box rolled across the floor, unfolding, revealing some kind of runes that began to glow faintly. Ghostly hands emerged from the scroll.


Before Geoffrey's vision could fully clear he felt something invade his pants. “What the ra-aaahhh!” The skunk's feet left the ground as he was suddenly lifted into a wedgie. “EEEEK! WEDGIEEEE!” Geoffrey screamed as he felt his purple sunflower-printed underoos ride up and split his ass in two.


Geoffrey tried to see who was behind this prank. The skunk's eyes widened as he saw nothing but his underwear stretching. It wasn't until Geoffrey was bounced into the air that he noticed a spectral hand clutching at his underwear. The worst part was that not having a body that hand was freely raised making the wedgie worse.


Not even knowing what to do with that hand more hands appeared and started ripping his clothes off! “No! What the hell do you think you're doing!? Oww! Leave me alone! Gyah!” Geoffrey tried to pull the hands away but he couldn't make contact, so the struggle only served to wedge the wedgie further between his buttocks. Once Geoffrey was alone in his flowery underoos the ghostly hands began to pull the wedgie from all sides! Geoffrey's howls filled the attic, anyone passing by would surely mistake this for ghostly wailing.


In his quest to escape Geoffrey saw himself reflected in a mirror, his underoos had stretched all over and the flowers on them had warped beyond recognition. It was surprising that the underwear hadn't torn. But that humiliating sight gave Geoffrey the motivation to stop this. Geoffrey did his best to concentrate as the wedgies continued to clean his bottom and crush his crotch. The skunk managed to turn into smoke and disperse leaving his underwear behind. Once free, albeit naked, Geoffrey reformed and hurriedly tore up the glowing scroll on the floor, causing the ghostly hands to disappear and the skunk to sigh in relief… until he noticed another problem.


The skunk was now stripped of clothing except for a pair of underoos the size of curtains. Geoffrey's face turned bright red at the thought of him having to run through the castle halls as naked as the day he was born. Servants, guards, or worse, Elias might see him! Geoffrey gulps and sheepishly covers himself with his hands as he leaves the attic, wishing he didn't have to explain too much about this.