Will stared at his profile in the mirror. His mate, Faunus, had done what he planned to do. Will was pregnant with triplets. To top it off, satyrs apparently had a shorter gestation time than humans. According to Faunus, Will would give birth in just a few days. Shortly before the two months were up.
"Admiring your form, are you?" Faunus purred, coming up from behind Will. Will scowled at his enormous bulging belly.
"Far from it."
"Oh, be patient, Will. This is what your body was made for!"
"No, it's not."
"It is now." Faunus rubbed his hands on Will's belly. "Yes, I can sense it. Soon you'll be producing three male kids. Adorable little satyrs."
"Great."
"They will demand milk from you, Will. And I do truly mean demand. You know this from our time in bed together. Satyrs never hold back."
"Milk? I don't have breasts!"
"We'll figure something out." Faunus left. Will sighed again. Faunus didn't shower him with lovey-dovey language and pet names. He treated this all like a business transaction or career. Like he'd hired Will to produce him a child.
At least he'd be giving birth before he and the others met up for the third wish. He didn't want to be seen like this. But little did he know, giving birth to satyr triplets would change him in a way just as visible as his pregnant belly.