Patrick may have been gallant, kind, and helpful. But he was also superficial. Marcia, despite her obvious low-born status and looming pregnancy, was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her hair was long and luscious, her body soft and perfectly curvaceous, her butt large and juicy, her breasts enormous and pillowy. He needed her as his wife. And the girl seemed quite air-headed, which was a bonus. He wanted a wife who would be submissive, as a woman should. A ditzy maid would be more likely to stay in her place.
Marcia, overwhelmed by the trauma she had gone through and her new desires from the potion the witch gave her, immediately agreed to wed Patrick. From there, it was a simple enough task to have Patrick's identical twin brother, a wizard named Richard, cast a spell on her pregnancy. The six satyr boys in her womb turned into human girls. Patrick told everyone that Marcia's previous husband had impregnated her, but then passed away protecting her. Now, people gushed even more over how kind and wonderful he was, to marry a pregnant widow so she wouldn't be alone.
Marcia, meanwhile, remained in a state of happy confusion. Her pregnancy hormones mixed with her trauma and the potion. She smiled and nodded along to everything Patrick said, seeming a rather dim-witted, though beautiful, girl.
Nine months passed. Marcia gave birth to six human girls, all of them as lovely as her. And once the babies were taken away to be washed, Patrick climbed on top of her. Marcia continued to smile and do as Patrick said. He said she needed to always be pregnant to be a worthwhile wife, so she would be.
Before long, Marcia became pregnant with a boy. She remained at home, doing the tasks of a knight's wife and tending to her six baby girls. She could have sworn they would be half satyrs, but she must have been wrong. After all, Patrick told everyone her girls were from her dead human husband. And he would never lie! She put that silly thought out of her head and focused on nursing the babies.