What Will did not know was that Faunus had slipped a potion in his wine a little while back. This potion would ensure that Will, once he was giving birth, would get enormous breasts too, lactating and fully ready to feed the children. Faunus was adamant in not using animal milk from the numerous animals in the village. He had a mate now and as strange as this mortal young man was, well, he was fully satisfied with him and was going to do everything he could to ensure the well-being of his children. Like any good father would do, in fact. So to ensure the little ones grew strong, good milk from the start of life was simply crucial. And as Will had none of the adequate equipment on the top half of his body, a little potion - costly though - would settle the matter. And Faunus had had to py extra to that witch so that Will would get the right breasts to feed his babies plenty and with good quality milk. And Faunus would watch over the task, of course, because he rather by far see Will perform his duties than hire a wetnurse. Faunus' wish had come true: Will really was expecting triplets. Strong little males that already kicked and squirm with vigor. It was the least that fate could give him, considering how much of his seed he had filled his mate with. Excellent! Faunus came from a line of strong male satyrs, bursting with masculinity and strength. And he intended for that line to stay true to itself. So the coming baby boys could not make him happier - so happy that he ignored Will's grunts and complaints at the rough movements of the little satyrs in womb. He could even feel their little horns and hooves, for crying out loud! Not suspecting what would eventually happen, he could only wish for the birth to come as fast as possible. He also hoped that Mark would not screw things up and that he would get out of this crazy place as fast as possible.
When the delivery did come, Will didn't know which thing was worse: the pain of getting the little monsters out - though the healer said it would have been way worse of his hips weren't so large, a real blessing according to her - or the sight of his pecs becoming gigantic boobs filled with mil. Milk that the babies were indeed hungry for. While the proud new father held one, the two others suckled ravenously, Will seeing them like starving awful monsters. The proud shouts and congratulations, cheers and applause, as well as promises of partying, did not make things any easier. By the time the newborn satyrs were fed and things had quieted down, Will was exhausted and just ready to sleep. Even Faunus' rare display of affection - this time a pinch on the cheek - did not wake him up.