Wii Fit Trainer gets what she deserves.

Giggles and quiet whistles threaten to topple the women copying the instructor and her helper as they eye Marth’s fun-size dick, but through some miracle (Palutena and Zelda’s magic) the whole class makes it out alive. Their bodies back on the ground, all the ladies groan in disappointment as every boy covers his shame up again— which is especially frustrating since it seemed like Marth was just starting to get hard.

With a quick slap to his backside, Wii Fit Trainer sends the mortified swordsman back to his spot, but not without thanking the guy. “You did great, Marth. Sorry for putting you on the spot, but I couldn’t do it without my best student, and… you look great naked.”

“Thanks.” He grumbles, walking back to a mob of extended pinky fingers and mocking laughter despite the hands over his junk.

The instructor feels a twinge of guilt as her star student shrinks into himself, but the thrill of her hot-nude-guys fantasy coming true overrides any conscience she walked into the studio with. Biting her lips at the sight of three hunky dudes covering their dicks, she turns around to prep for the next phase of the workout. Her good mood doesn’t last.

Bayonetta chuckles to herself with a mischievous grin, when Trainer‘s yoga pants are yanked down her perfect legs by a portal to ‘heck’. Paralyzed with shock, humiliation, and a couple other emotions, the pale woman stands there in her sports bra and heart-print thong panties for all the class to ogle, and the boys especially lean in closer for a look at her tight, round booty as she faces away. Trainer’s cheeks flush deep gray in horror as she notices the massive wet patch on the crotch of her panties.

Forced all of a sudden to go through a fraction of the embarrassment the boys in her class have been dealing with, Wii Fit Trainer feels a much stronger twinge of empathy for the naked saps. She pleads to Palutena with her eyes to lift the enchantment trapping everyone in the studio, but the lusty goddess just telepathically threatens to steal Trainer’s underwear, too— Leave her in her birthday suit just like the boys.

‘Don’t’, the athletic babe begs, so Palutena just shrinks her remaining clothes to half their size.

Taking a deep breath as her panties wedge deeper into her ass, and her bra clings to her breasts that it can scarcely contain, the yoga instructor braces herself for a LONG class. She takes it easier on the guys, but not by much— they’re still naked, sexy boys, after all. She gets ample opportunity to drool over their bared members and trim musculature, but doesn’t outright bully them in fear of losing her itsy-bitsy, partially soaked panties.