Better than expected.

Wii Fit Trainer’s Jiggly breasts continually threaten to spill out of her shrunken sports bra, her teeny-tiny thong panties leave almost nothing to the imagination anymore… and she still has to instruct a room full of every woman in the mansion on yoga. Bayonetta and Palutena practically high-five each other just seeing the mortified look on her face, but the boys are too embarrassed themselves to truly enjoy her EUF situation.

Wii Fit Trainer makes it through the lesson without losing her entire sense of dignity, but it will take a miracle for her to reconcile with those perverted magician girls. Bayonetta and Palutena are going to pay for tag-team humiliating the fit lady… but she has something else to take care of first.

“Sorry about class today Marth.” Trainer apologizes, grabbing the hero prince by a bare shoulder before he can sprint out of the studio. “I feel bad for how out of control things got, so how about a pair of my yoga pants? Like, to wear back your room, and keep, and stuff.”

“Huh? Oh, I can’t promise I won’t hold a grudge, but...” Marth answers, catching a spare pair of pants out of the air from his pale humiliator, and after folding them over his arm, tells her, “These will make a great addition to my wardrobe, thank you.”

Peeking down past his hips at a small, dangling appendage, Trainer giggles and says, “I’m glad you like them. And by the way, nice dick.”

The unhung hottie yelps, and covers his package with the tights as he sprints away from her studio; his handsome face bright crimson while he runs through a gauntlet of very, very happy girls. Happiest of all is the pervy instructor, smiling to herself over that embarrassed guy as she sighs, “Cute butt too, Marth.”

Trainer marvels at her own boldness, having chatted with a boy in his birthday suit, and even sent him away with a secret message in spite of her usual shyness. A wolf-whistle from the doorway reminds her that she’s not far from naked herself, and she suddenly has other concerns while several attractive men grin from the entrance to the gym. Her gray blush returns with a vengeance.

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Marth wanted to swear revenge on Wii Fit Trainer for humiliating him in front of all those girls, but… she didn’t let him leave the studio naked, and gave him her spare yoga pants when the class ended instead of taking them for herself. She seriously walked out of her own gym in thong panties and the world’s smallest sports bra out of the goodness of her heart.

Another thing that’s making it difficult for Marth to stay mad at Trainer is a scrap of paper she snuck into the yoga pants before he could leave. He hadn’t found the note until he got back to his quarters, but for the eighth time since leaning against his bed frame, he rereads it.

“Sorry about class today Marth. I feel bad for how out of control everything got. How about a fancy dinner to make up? – Wilma F. Trainer

RSVP at 555-xxx-xxxx

P.S. - you look great naked”

He can’t help but blush at her schoolgirl-like note, and wonders aloud to himself… “Should I go? It would be a great opportunity to get her back… and it sounds like a good time anyway… and she’s really cute…”

Roy walks in on his roommate mumbling at a scrap of paper, but the more important question on the redhead’s mind is, “Marth, my dude, are you wearing yoga pants without underwear?”

Cue awkward pause.