It doesn’t, it just FEELS good.

It seems like the boys haven’t noticed their own nudity, and every girl around them is craning her neck for a better view of their dicks. Samus is the fastest on the draw, and slaps both her hands over her boyfriend’s privates before anyone gets a sense of Little Mac’s member beyond ‘sizeable’.

Part of the boxer’s shaft is still visible behind Samus’ grasp, but Wii Fit Trainer’s eyes are immediately drawn elsewhere; Bayonetta has Link’s arms bound at his sides with invisible strands of hair magic, and gives her yoga instructor another sly wink as the naked blond’s moderately sized member sways in the air-conditioned breeze. The last embarrassed dude that Trainer lays eyes on is Marth. Leanly built, very modestly endowed and the last man to notice his own nudity, the blue-haired pretty boy yelps when he finds at least ten pairs of eyes gobbling up his naked frame.

Laughter erupts from the girls, pointing and giggling at the ‘swords’ dangling in the packed yoga studio, and Samus exposes her little boyfriend’s big pecker to get him in on the ‘fun’ too. The Wii Fit Trainer feels her heart pound like a motorcycle engine at the embarrassment in those guys’ faces, but tried to rein the class in, “Okay ladies, I know we’ve got a lot skin to look at, but that’s enough enjoying the view… for now.”

Licking her lips as she watches three guys hunched and ashamed with hands over their junk, Trainer goes into the warrior pose and says, “Let’s get back to our exercises everybody.”

“B-but I’m naked!” Three blushing boys shout in unison. Well, Link actually just shouts, but everyone knows what he means.

“It shouldn’t be a big problem. Being in your birthday suits should even give you a better range of motion.” Trainer shuts them down, her mind stuck in heaven as the naked hotties try to hide their joysticks. “Just follow my lead, and the class’ll be over before you know it.”

Wow… will the boys seriously attend a yoga class where they’re the only nude participants?