David feels the same panic in his own heart as suddenly his own ears start to grow...
"No!" he gasps, clapping his hands to the sides of his head. Beneath his fingers he can feel his ears moving, stretching upwards, until they've escaped the confines of his hands.
"It's happening to you too!" Ben cries, his hands still clutching his own changing ears. In a matter of moments both men's ears have grown up past the tops of their heads - long, pointed and hairy - and readily identifiable for what they are... Enormous jackass ears!
"Oh man, oh man..." David moans as his huge new ears begin to twitch in the direction of sounds that he hears - in this case, the braying of the donkeys down below.
To his horror, Ben's do likewise. "We can't just stand here," he exclaims. "Let's get out of here, try to get help!"
"Who's going to help us with these?!?" David cries, almost hysterically. "They can't cut 'em off - we're gonna be stuck with them! Donkey fucking ears!!!"
"Well we may be stuck with more than that if we don't get moving," Ben says grimly. "Come on!"
Grabbing David's arm, he pulls his friend down the hall away from the balcony, trying to ignore the weird feelings in his ears, but halfway down the passage he releases David's arm and staggers.
"What's wrong?" David asks, staring at him in alarm.
"I feel weird, man... Like.. like.. I got to bend down!" Wide-eyed, Ben struggles to stay upright, leaning against a wall for support, but it's no use. Slowly, inexorably, he starts to bend forward.
"Fight it, Ben, fight it!" David urges, rushing over to grab his arms and push him back upright. But as he does, he too is overcome by the same sensation.
"Oh shit!" he gasps, "Shit!!!"
Grunting, he bends over beside Ben, but in a reverse position, with his head parallel to Ben's butt. Which places Ben's head right next to David's butt.
And then it happens. Not fast, as was the case with the majority of clubbers, but slowly.... ever so slowly.... and like nothing they could ever have imagined!