Nick heard the hollow echo of his chest plate as he tried to move or speak but he could only stay still and silent. Merlin then chuckled to himself.
"Course you got your armor stand keeping you up, and I can see it spreading and fitting into a more ornate shape there. Not sure what's up with that. The backstory spell seems to be interacting with something else. Either that or your will and desires is making you fit in, so to speak. Not the first time that happened."
Nick still tried to force himself to do anything but the room remained full of party goers and pledges.
"One of the previous renters got stuck as part of a film prop for a month. Got put in an armory as several armor parts then the parts got mixed up with the other suits of armor for the filming. Took me two weeks finding all the parts and changing him back was a challenge by then." Merlin said as he knelt and looked down at the plaque while Nick mentally panicked at the anecdote.
"The Armor of Sir Dogoud Silver. Donated By Nick Fargo. Huh." Merlin then rubbed his chin.
"Something's going on here, not sure what but it might be dangerous." he continued as he stood back up. "Well, I'm not here to stop you from having fun being a voyeuristic set of knightly armor, eh, Sir Silver?" he chuckled as he then adjusted Nick's armor parts, looking more like some proud knight guarding his station, before he patted Nick's pauldron shoulder.
"Don't forget to return it tomorrow." Merlin said before he walked away.
Nick silently despaired as Merlin left the room while he could only look ahead, watching the party continue on. He soon found himself watching the party goers, playing a game with himself to pass the time.
He could feel the armor stand keeping him up slowly but surely grow within him. It was attaching itself onto his parts, from his boot feet to his gauntlet hands while his reflection on the mirror directly in front of him showed the short podium taking shape, growing a bit taller and wider.
He looked at his reflection, feeling a sense of pride at how he looked more strong and secure by Merlin's adjustments, before he realized he was feeling proud at being a rusty suit of armor.
He found himself wondering about the anecdote Merlin gave on a previous renter of the armor, on how they got stuck for a month, and looked at the still changing frat house to distract himself, seeing a guy with growing horns in just a pledge ID and a loincloth walking by with a grin while a satyr felt his chest growing in muscle, clearly in lust. The spreading marble only made Nick feel more and more out of place as a rusty set of medieval armor.
"You ready for the initiation? Looks like you're holding out well." Nick overheard the satyr as he rubbed the changing guy's horns as they grow longer and more bullish.
"Y-yeah... j-just gonna hold it in for as long as possible right? Even with all the pleasuring and drinks?" the pledge panted out, trying not to moan as he slowly grew a bit taller and wider in muscle with each touch of the satyr.
"Yup, the longer you hold it in, the bigger and buffer stud bull you'll become."
The pledge chuckled as he tried to do a bodybuilder pose.
"And I'll be the biggest bull there'll be!"
The satyr snorted and bleated.
"Your choice and bet. The other two bulls might still win the blue ribbon prize." the satyr then bleated at the joke. "While your other friend decided to go to the garden to try to become a male dryad or something." he then licked his lips. "Wonder if he'll leak ambrosia, or maybe just sap, could even be maple syrup if we're lucky."
The changing pledge simply snorted at the thought. His loincloth bulging a bit as well.
The two walked closer to Nick as Nick could watch the pledge's body hair slowly growing longer and thicker by the satyr's pleasuring touch. The pledge mooed as he went to eat some food on the table and drink some more wine. He then looked at Nick.
"That suit of armor... rather out of place for a place like this. Looks rusty too... more like trash than decor." he said as he pointed at Nick while the satyr took a big gulp of wine before turning to look at him.
"Huh, yeah. Maybe it's a prank or something? Could be Zach's project or something. I think I recall him being all about armor and stuff."
The pledge then grinned as an idea came to him.
"Wanna see me throw the armor out to the trash, podium and all? Or maybe lift it up to this Zach guy or something? Uh, wasn't there like, an armory or something like that here?"
The satyr thought about it for a moment while feeling the pledge's sides of his chest, slowly tightening his muscles in the process.