"And remember, no matter what you hear, do NOT open this door." Goofy said as he slammed the door shut behind him, now looking back at the sack that contained Mickey...or, well, as he preferred to be known at the moment, "Michel."

Having had hopes to make her romantic partner more refined, Minnie had enrolled Mickey in finishing school lessons meant to teach him the ways of the high-class society. While it did turn her beloved boyfriend into a well-spoken and proper gentleman, it soon became obvious that Michel had simply outrefined her, and as such, had decided to call off their relationship, shattering the poor mouse's heart.

Having heard of the situation from Minnie, Goofy and Donald had gladly accepted to assist her in returning Mickey to normal; after all, without him, their trio of inseparable friends was incomplete, and poor Minnie would remain heartbroken.

Goofy reached for the knot and carefully untied it, finally releasing Micheal from it. "Ah, finally! It was a grand time that you sociopathic imbeciles let me out!" The mouse said, his tone spewing pure toxicity as he stood up and dusted himself.

"Gawsh, I knew Minnie said it was bad, but I never expected it to be THIS bad," Goofy said, cringing a little at seeing one of his closest friends being such a...douchebag.

As the mouse finished dusting himself off, he glared at his kidnappers. "What is the meaning of this abduction? Did this vile woman with her appalling manners and utterly ghastly laugh put you up to this?"

Donald couldn't help but become red with anger at such disgusting words being used to portray Minnie; this "Michel" had to go. The duck looked at Goofy, who nodded to signal his readiness. They had a plan to bring back Mickey...it wasn't going to be pretty or enjoyable for the mouse, but it was necessary.

"What are you two pla...!" Michel never had time to finish his sentence before being jumped by the duo. Goofy rapidly took hold of his arms and held them over his head while Donald went behind the mouse and took hold of his pants. "Heard you became a really fancy pants now, but I'm curious, what are you without them?"

Michel's eyes widened as he felt his black dress pants hit the floor, but the worst was yet to come, as Donald got an eyeful of his choice in undergarments and couldn't help but let out a cacophony of laughter. "Bloomers seriously?! What are you? 17th-century French royalty?"

Goofy couldn't help but crack a few stifled chuckles as well as Michel's face became redder and redder by the second. "S-s-silence your m-mockery, you cretins!" The mouse yelled as he thrashed about, failing to keep his composure.

"Oh pardon me, your highness," Donald teased, snickering as it only furthered the mouse's thrashing. "I beg thy forgiveness, with this humble gift," the duck said, a large grin appearing on his face as he took hold of the silky waistband, making Mickey's ears fall down on his head.

"W-w-wait, w-what are you doing? U-unhand my undergarments at onceeeeek!" A loud and high-pitched shriek escaped the mouse as Donald launched the bloomers as fast as possible into the air, making them dig rather deep into the rodent's rotund black cheeks.

Donald couldn't help but whistle at the impressive plumpness of Mickey's rear, much to the latter's embarrassment. "Didn't know you were packing water balloons in the trunk there, Mick. I guess that wedgie must reaaally be digging in, huh?" He said, enjoying bullying his friend just a tad too much.

Michel gritted his teeth, attempting to force himself into not giving into the duck's tease, as a reaction is all that he wanted so that the mouse could further humiliate himself, but Michel Theodore Mouse was no one's clown!

The duck let out a disappointed huff; he was expecting quite the adorable reaction out of the rodent and was met with nothing instead. Perhaps it was high time to take the kiddy gloves off.

With a simple glance and nod at his canine friend, Donald called Goofy for backup in teaching this unruly gentleman proper manners. Goofy, although hesitant at first, quickly brushed aside his doubts as he once more looked down at the bloomers and cracked a slight chuckle. When would he ever get this kind of opportunity again?

Michel glared daggers at the taller dog as he got in front of him. "D-d-don't you even d-dare, you bumbling buffoon!" He spat out in a venomous voice, but it did little to impair Goofy, who rapidly got ahold of the front of his bloomers. "Just so you know, this hurts me more than you, you old chump...or well, emotionally, that is," he said with a smile before yanking away at Michel's underwear with all his might.

Michel let out a shrill scream as his unmentionable was utterly crushed by his once comfortable cotton undergarments. If the burning within his rear was like an inferno, the burning he now felt attack his crotch could only be compared to the deepest pits of hell itself.

Working together in a perfect bullying union, Goofy and Donald began alternating between the front and the back, delivering quite the nasty squeaky clean, which had the now squealing rodent desperately cupping his unmentionable with his liberated hands as if it could alleviate any of the current tension.

It would merely go from bad to worse as the duo nodded at each other before yanking together in unison, earning a pained gasp out of Michel as he now dangled midair, further adding tension by adding his own weight on the wedgie.

Michel uselessly kicked at the air, attempting his best to not give his assailant the reactions they wanted out of him, but as the cotton found its way further and further into his backside, causing friction he never imagined he would feel in such an area of his body, he slowly felt himself being aroused by the feeling.

How could such an utterly unsophisticated and childish prank bring such a reaction out of his body? Michel had no answer to it, but as blood started rushing south, the rodent bit his bottom lip, not merely out of pleasure, but also in a vain attempt at keeping the moans threatening to escape his throat at bay.

Looking down at Michel's face, Goofy's grin grew wider, as while the mouse had been capable of keeping his moans in check so far, the utter pleasure he was currently experiencing was entirely written on his face. Armed with such knowledge, Goofy felt no shame in switching his grip from the waistband to the leg holes before delivering yet another powerful yank, not only lifting Michel higher into the air but also Donald, who yelped and desperately held on to the bloomers to not fall back down.

As the duck glared at Goofy, ready to chew him out for cutting his fun short, he was quickly interrupted by Michel, who finally let out a pleasure-filled moan, unable to contain himself any longer. Donald's jaw practically fell to the floor as he couldn't believe his ears.

Michel was utterly mortified as he quickly covered his mouth with his hands, but as he heard the duck once more begin a new cacophony of laughter, he knew the damage was already done, his face becoming a deep crimson. "Well, well, well, looks like Michel is a grade-one nerd," the duck said with a smirk, now determined to make it so the rodent, even when back to normal, would still taste his own underwear in the back of his throat for the weeks to come!

As he still held onto Michel's bloomers, the rodent began slowly bouncing himself, getting as much momentum as he could, which, whilst it slowly started digging the fabric out of Michel's crack, his balls, on the other hand, weren't quite as lucky, as each powerful bounce earned them yet another busting, resulting in a wave of pleasure which traveled along his spine, slowly making the rodent arch his back in pleasure.

Michel moaned and squealed as his balls were utterly and completely crushed against his stomach. With each bounce, the mouse could feel his member pulsing against his stomach as pleasure once more hit him, but the worst part was that the front of his bloomers had finally reached his nose, and the mouse was now also forced to handle the smell of his own musk.

After what seemed like countless hours of bouncing, Donald had grown exhausted, unable to create any more momentum as he finally let go and fell back down. "Gosh, can't say I'm angry you've stopped; my arms were getting pretty tired!" "Goofy comment," he chuckled. He supposed they both could use a break, but he couldn't let Michel down. Even if he was panting like crazy, there was still a chance he'd take the opportunity to escape and ruin all of their hard work.

As Goody pondered what to do with Michel, Donald laid down on the floor to catch his breath. As he lay there, his eyes picked up on the ceiling fan, and slowly a grin began forming itself on his bill. "You looking for somewhere to hang, mister fancy? Why not up there?" Donald pointed out to his partner in crime, "Ah-hyuck! Splendid idea, Donald, thanks!" The dog said cheerfully, as with ease, thanks to his lanky body, he passed Michel's leg holes through one of the fan's blades.

"H-h-hey! Y-you can't do that! Let me down!" Michel yelled as he began thrashing about; each new movement earned a pitiful pop out of his underwear, but the rodent ignored them as he kept aggressively flailing until ultimately, the pressure became far too great for his underwear to endure anymore, and with an echoing rip, Michel came crashing down.

Dazed and confused, Mickey rubbed his head, having hit it on his way down. For some reason, his balls were deeply aching, and his crack felt like it had been set ablaze. "Ugh...what happened?" He mumbled before glancing at his friends. "Oh! Goofy and Donald, when did you two get here?" He said with a smile, confused as to why his friends were bashfully looking away from him. "...are those bloomers on my ceiling fan?" He asked, rather confused, what such particular underwear could be doing up there before he shivered. "Anyone else feeling a breeze here?" He questioned before Goofy just signaled him to look down. Quite confused, Mickey did as he was asked, his face flushing up with deep embarrassment as he cupped his still hardened crotch as he ran off to get changed in his closet, whilst his friends began pondering how they would even explain how he found himself in such a situation.