With a mighty snap, the hyena flops Carrie like a towel. All of her intricate folds are undone in an instant, somehow restoring her into the same shocked position she was before she got a faceful of dragon foot.
The hyena shoves a bunch of junk off a nearby desk before tossing the mouse on the surface. She grabs two of Carrie's arms before stretching them outward and folding them behind her. The bully sweats as she continues to make fold after fold with the mouse's extremities. Her tongue sticks out the corner of her mouth while the sweat intensifies. A gloved hand comes in off-screen to dab at her forehead while another brings her a claw hammer to whack Carrie in various places.
Carrie can feel her hands and feet are all touching each other behind her head. Despite how deep of an arch she's in, she doesn't feel any pain. If anything, she feels a strong tingling sensation from all the stretching she's going through. It's as if testing her flexibility is a turn-on. The feelings get even more intense as the hyena uses a random assortment of tools to pound, rub, and pull her body. One item in particular, a hot iron, sends shudders down her spine.
As the hyena shifts a hacksaw over her experiment, she finishes up. She tosses the tool behind her as it lands with a loud crash and a cat screeching. Grabbing Carrie by the corners, she lifts the mouse up.
Carrie tries to make sense of whatever she became, but the answer quickly arrives. The hyena flips her over, making her face a mirror. Carrie would gasp if she could. That crazy hyena made her into a pair of mouse panties! Everywhere on her is one solid color save for her face that's still stuck in that shocked expression!
"Now that's an improvement," the hyena cackles while rubbing Carrie between her thumbs and forefingers. "That mouse fur is quality stuff too! You'll make a great addition to my wardrobe, or maybe..."
Carrie was already dreading her fate, but what else could that hyena possibly be thinking?