Working Out With Wii Fit Trainer

Yeah, I felt the damn burn.

Now I’m not unfit. I run around Palaces quite a lot in full Phantom Thief gear, sometimes making what feels like weeks of progress in a single night. Infiltrating, sneaking, ambushing, interrogating, attacking, the whole shebang.

But, like, that’s never been in the sun?

My Joker outfit had never felt so heavy with sweat. I still felt awkward in taking it off in case I had to fight someone, but by now I think I’d just forfeit the match as soon as it starts from how much my body is screaming at me. The Metaverse runs on some other logic to reality that usually keeps us moving. It’s as if we can cognitively affect our metabolisms by believing we can run for longer. Sort of like our fake guns having real bullets.

Maybe I’ve just stopped believing my legs can handle this shit five miles ago.

This Wii Fit Trainer lady just wasn’t letting this run go. She kept encouraging me to keep running with her. Saying things like “Excellent form!” and “Keep up the pace!” while never seeming to truly break a sweat herself. Just jogging along at a calm tempo as I was melting in the summer sun beside her. The contrast between her pure white and my sweaty black was absolutely palpable.

We had looped back towards the mansion after running quite a distance around the grounds. Turns out there’s a whole jungle area nearby for the animal fighters to relax and sleep in. I think they all have rooms in the mansion as well, but can’t blame Donkey Kong for preferring a treehouse.

Just as it felt like my muscles were ready to give up, I suddenly saw a nearby bench, “C-can we take a break…?”

She turned back to me and smile, “It’s always good to relax your muscles. Always workout to a level you’re comfortable with!”

“Oh thank fuck.” I said, collapsing into the warm embrace of the wooden chair. “Huuurrrgghhhh!”

Oh legs, I’m so sorry. If you stop feeling so sore I’ll never walk again, deal?

“...you’re doing great!” I heard from behind me. My new trainer seemed locked into only quoting Wii Fit (for whatever reason, I’m not judging), but it sounded like she really didn’t believe her own words that time.

“Yeah, thanks…” I continued to pant, “Don’t suppose you know any good massages, do you?”

It was mostly just a joke but it made her light up again, “Let’s check your legs!” she said excitedly, reaching forwards to grab onto my leg before I could stop her.

“W-wuh? Wait! I was k-kidding, you don’t need to… ohh, man. That actually feels pretty good…”

Her fingers pressed deep into my aching muscles in a way that made the aches lessen immediately. Squeezing out the pain expertly before moving onto the next leg…

…and, uh, that wasn’t the only thing getting squeezed…

No, she didn’t have her hands on me like that. Just… her chest was pretty ample, and she was leaning over pretty close to massage my leg. I don’t think she really cared as she massaged me that such supple softness was pressing against my thigh as she leaned over me to get to my calf. Hopefully she doesn’t notice the growing Mara in my pants…

Though honestly she just seemed focused on the massage, only occasionally looking over to my face to make sure I was enjoying it with a warm smile. She was pretty damn good with her hands, especially since she was doing all this through my Phantom Thief trousers… I guess I should ask, “Would you like me to take my clothes off…? I mean, not all of them, but… like the lower area… place…”

“...” the trainer suddenly stared at me with wide eyes. Probably cause I just asked if I wanted to take my pants off in front of her like an asshole. A fierce gray blush stretching over her cheeks as she struggled to talk, “A-a… l-let’s check y-your center of gravity…”

I don’t know what it was, but as she looked at me with her grey pupils on pure white eyes, it almost looked like she was longing for something. Begging me for an item I had no idea what to give. Staring at me with deep ragged breaths before her eyes flicked down to my chest, a small bite to her porcelain lip as her pure white hands started to reach over to my stomach.

“What are you two doing?”

We both jumped at the sudden new voice.

In a sudden mad scramble I fell off the bench onto the floor. The Wii Fit Trainer took a different approach, shooting her hands straight upwards and standing straight on one leg, performing the ‘tree’ yoga pose. I guess to look natural? We were both still blushing quite hard from different perspectives as we looked over to the new person.

A really cute girl with blue hair.

I tried not to be an instant perv (the trainer massage had me riled up here, sorry…) but it was hard not to notice this new arrival’s beauty. Our eyes met and there were just instant sparks between us, like another ‘ZING!’ rang through the air. Her back was perfectly straight, her shoulders set with a quiet confidence that I’d only ever seen in Makoto. Her long, blue hair was held back by a nice golden headband, and she wore a strange, almost archaic-looking outfit. I can only assume she’s from some sort of warrior, . A sword was sheathed at her side, its hilt gleaming with a simple, functional design.

“Uh… hi…” I mumbled.

“Hi…” she responded, seemingly sharing my inability to talk right now. A blush forming over her cheeks as she looked down at me, “Are you… okay? Do you require assistance?”

I then realised I was still on the floor and jumped up.

“No! N-no… no, I’m good, thanks. Um… I’m Ren.”

“Lucina,” she said with a slight bow, “Are you a new tournament fighter? I had heard we had reached the end of new fighters joining this year.”

“Oh, uh… no idea. Guess I’m just one of the extra guys.” I said with a shrug, “I only got in last night. Then when I woke up I got enlisted to do some running.”

She seemed impressed, “Running? Well, I was about to start my own daily training if… if you’d like company?”

I hadn’t noticed my new trainer looking somewhat upset by Lucina’s presence. Was there beef there I didn’t know about? I would have assumed they were from different universes. Guess everyone fights each other in the tournament which might cause issues, “This workout is best for one person!”

“Can’t we let her join?”

Wii Fit Trainer gave me a somewhat unimpressed side glance before nodding, “...workout updated.”

“Thanks!” I said with a smile. She seemed to soften a little with that, turning away from me to sigh lightly to herself. “Um, well we could continue running? Though I guess I should ask if there's anything you want me to do first?”

For the record I meant like a stretch of some kind. Don't wanna **** her to do another massage for my borked legs... well, I wouldn't say no if she wanted to, but I shouldn't aim for it either. She turned it over in her head a few times before looking down at my body again. Probably studying my form for the lack of muscles. Probably should have done more chair exercises, or gone to the gym with Ryuji at least once.

After a minute the Wii Fit Trainer pointed at me with a blush on her face, “...proper exercise requires the proper equipment. Make sure to discard any unnecessary clothing that could cause you to overheat.”

I blinked, unable to parse her meaning, “Uh…?”

“I’d say she wants you to take your long jacket off.” said Lucina, which the trainer agreed with.

Yeah, sure. This thing is probably sweaty as hell, and as long as I don’t go too far with the training I should hopefully be able to get back to it before any matches start. I quickly removed my tailcoat and gloves, placed them on the bench next to me, standing only in my grey waistcoat with high neck, black pants, mask, and shoes.

But the Wii Fit Trainer was still not satisfied, pointing at my chest with a shaky finger.

“...p-proper exercise requires the proper equipment. Make sure to discard any unnecessary clothing that could cause you to overheat.”

She wants me to take off my waistcoat too? “Uh, I think I can run in this,” I said, trying to hint to her that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. “Unless you wanted to turn this into a topless run? Which I doubt.”

“Follow my lead as I guide you through the movements!”

With one smooth, deliberate motion, she pulled the tank top over her head and dropped it onto the grass.

My eyes bulged wide enough to knock my mask off my face.

There she was. Topless. Completely and utterly bare chested with no bra to be found.

The first bare breasts I’d ever seen and they were just… perfect. Not huge, but firm in a tear drop shape, with round, grey nipples that were already hard in the cool morning air. I’d noticed that they had been a little defined through the tank top but had tried to keep my eyes to myself during the run. Her pure white skin glistened with sweat in the sunlight, a true testament to her incredible physical condition. With a flat stomach that showed a toned plane of muscular abs. Though obviously I was more focused on the bouncing bosoms above it, jiggling lightly as they did with her breathing.

Sometime after a near minute of staring I remembered where I was. Blinking to see both women looking at me confused.

“I-uh-I-I was kidding!” I replied, trying and failing to avert my gaze from the uncovered chest.

“From what I know of her, the Wii Fit Trainer does not joke around when it comes to exercise,” said Lucina.

I balked, “She does this often?!”

Lucina seemed far too casual about all this for me, “Oh yes. Ever since I joined I’ve known of the topless trainer. It is just in her culture to remove any obstacles that could stop her from reaching peak physical fitness.”

This was nuts, “And the guys… they’re just totally cool with it? None of the men leer, or try and perv on the topless trainer running around?”

“Correct, they do not.” said Lucina with a proud nod. “None of the men are like that.”

“Oh.” That’s somehow even weirder. But nice to know Mario ain’t no freak, I guess. “Are the women?” I asked expecting the same answer.

“Yeah, we are,” she said, suddenly locking eyes with Wii Fit Trainer’s chest, “Can you blame us? Her chest is so full and ample. Running around with no bra on to let those huge beautiful orbs bounce around freely.” Lucina went so far as to lick her lips, clearly getting some thrill over being so close to the pure white chest, “What I wouldn’t do to suck upon the teat of this woman…”

Wii Fit Trainer probably should have been reacting to this creepy yuri leering, but for some strange reason her attention was still on me.

“Follow my lead as I guide you through this motion!” she repeated, performing the action of lifting a shirt over her head. Then again. Then getting frustrated enough to reach over to pull at my waistcoat.

“W-wait! I don’t know how comfortable I am with this!” I said, trying to back away from her.

Lucina tilted her head as I was chased down by the jiggly snow woman, “Why? It is a simple request. And I believe you’d look quite tasty being as topless as her.”

“Oh come on! Topless runs aren’t a thing!” I retorted, “Are you gonna take your top off?”

“Naturally.”

Lucina’s movements were as graceful as they were titillating. Her fingers undid the complex leather straps and steel buckles of her breastplate and with a final clink ringing out in the quiet clearing, the heavy armor fell away, landing in the grass behind her with a soft thud. With no hesitation Lucina’s hands moved to the thin black undershirt she wore beneath. She crossed her arms, grabbing the hem and pulling it up over her head in a single, swift motion. The fabric whispered against her skin as it was removed, and then she stood before us, topless.

Her breasts were smaller than Wii Fit Trainer’s, but larger than I first thought. Covered by not a bra but white wraps that seemed to compress her chest, and that she quickly undid to unleash her real size to us. Sitting at a comfortable b to c cup as she took a large breath with her freedom. The breasts were pale and flawless, marked only by the faint tan lines from her armor. Her nipples were a delicate shade of pink, already hard and pebbled from the cool air and her own arousal, standing out like two shy, begging kisses on her creamy skin. She stood there without an ounce of shame. Hands on her hips like she was casually presenting them to a man who had never seen breasts before. Which I had! (WFT’s a few seconds ago).

Both topless girls looked at me expectedly.

“Okay… i-if both of you are…” I stammered through, grabbing my own top and lifting it above my head.

It wasn’t an act I was gonna think about in great detail. Just a quick lift of my top to expose my chest to the summer sun. If this was the beach it would be no problem at all, and soon the three of us were all standing together like our nipples were in a Mexican standoff.

The girls seemed rather smiley at my chest in particular. Giving encouraging nods towards my joining them. Not sure why, I’m fairly plain looking without the phantom thief attire on. I had some muscle but nothing crazy like they’d see from their own worlds. Still, the reaction was nice.

“Yeah? Like what you see?” I joked, giving a few comedic arm flexes to go along with the show.

Both of their eyes lit up, “Your body looks incredible!” beamed Wii Fit, giving a happy thumbs up that made her tits jiggle.

“I-I agree…” said Lucina, seemingly struggling now with a redness on her face, “Do you do these workouts often? It… it shows…”

After a moment of awkward silence, I scratched at my arm and asked, “Uh, should we go back to running now…?”