Drake wasn't big on gyms, but his doctor told him how he should start doing some modest exercise. He wasn't extremely unhealthy, but all of the time he spent at the computer and little running around did little to put him in good shape. He was thankful the gyms weren't open, but he still had to do some sort of workout. He spent the night looking up videos about how to motivate someone to work out, and he heard about inspirational music.

Drake bought the music online and put it on his phone. With two small earbuds, he put them in on and began to listen. He doubted any sort of music would actually encourage exercise, but it didn't hurt to try.

The music sounded upbeat. Drake wished he could pinpoint what genre the music was, but it was just active. He could almost feel his heart beat with the rhythm. "This isn't too bad." He said to himself, unaware of the short bristling fur that grew underneath his t-shirt and sweatpants.

Drake decided that one simple kind of exercise he could do was a simple run around the block. With the same clothes he wore, he put on a pair of socks and shoes before he walked out of his house and began a small jog. He hadn't ran in ages, so he expected to not last very long. As he ran, the music picked up in tempo. Normally, Drake enjoyed calmer music, but this music spoke to him, even if there were no words.

Drake began his run outside on the cool sunny day. It was a perfect day for being outside. As he ran, he felt sweat begin to pour down his body. He was unaware that his fat trimmed down and muscle grew in its place. The faster he ran, the more he transformed. He was oblivious to the changes though, and he just continued to run. He did notice that, as he ran, he picked up the pace and ran faster than he thought he could. Even he was shocked with how well he went. "Hah...maybe I can go to the track a good mile away and do some laps." He wondered why he never worked out before. This was easy!

Drake ran to the track and field. He knew there were some other pieces of workout equipment set around the field too that he could use. The field was for anyone, but the last time he saw it, few were using it. After a matter of only five minutes, he arrived on the field. He adjusted his earbuds a bit higher on his head. He also felt something strange wiggle behind him, but once he pulled his pants down a little bit, he felt fine. Had he looked back, he would have seen a red fox tail tipped white.

Drake ran a quick lap around the brown track. He noticed the workout equipment in the center of the field with a large cloth overhead to keep the equipment dry. There was even a water cooler. 'I never did figure out who takes care of this stuff. Ah well.' He thought as he ran to the center. He helped himself to a barbell and chuckled. "Working out is easy! Why the hell don't more people do it?"

As Drake ran, his clothing felt tighter and more restricting in his body. He glanced around briefly and casually shrugged. Nobody was around to see him. He pulled off his shirt, his pants, as well as his shoes and socks. Once he undressed, he noticed his toned body as well as the light fur on his chest. "Huh, I wasn't this strong before." He poked his growing abs. It felt strangely good to feel so strong and outgoing. His cock, which had grown more than a few inches in length, twitched from his arousal.

Drake wasn't going to complain about suddenly gaining extra strength. He heard the music play from a different position on his body, but he did still hear it. He reached up and felt two fox ears on top of his head. He looked down at his chest and stroked his short red fur. 'I'm becoming a muscular fox anthro? What's causing this?' He continued to hear the music in his ears, and he took a deep breath. He didn't hear the music ever before, but it felt both soothing and distracting. 'Hm...What was I worried about again?'

Drake pulled himself up. He flexed his stronger muscles with a grin on his face. He noticed that same face that grinned pull outwards into a snout. "Hah." Normally, he'd be shy and conservative, but now he felt open and outgoing. He wanted to run around with his cock out. It was a shame the gyms weren't open, otherwise he could walk into them and show off how much he could lift, not that he was sure about that himself, but he knew how he could find out. He walked over to the weights on the ground and lifted up the barbell without checking how many pounds it weighed.
He lifted the weights easily, and then checked how much it actually weighed.

"Three hundred pounds, nice." He had problems lifting above forty pounds before, but now he effortlessly lifted three hundred, and with one hand at that. He set the weights down and looked at himself covered with red and white fur. His large cock, still human, now swung almost as low as his knees with his balls also twice their size. He looked back at his clothes and waved at them dismissively. He didn't need clothes anymore. He had to show off his new body to anyone that he could show it to.

Drake ran around a few miles, lifted weights, and worked out in the open. His new body gave him new stamina to do anything and everything he wanted to do. He remembered his computer back at home, but now it hardly mattered. "Well, if I can't go to the gym, I'll go to the beach." He said with a grin and began to run once more. "Wait until the world sees the new me!" He had to admit. The music he listened to felt as if it gave him a brand new look on life.