As the Anthro-Slob light shines on you, you start to feel... strong. Powerful, a strange sense of energy welling up inside of you as your skin starts to prickle, golden fur cropping along your flabbier chest. The heat from the light feels almost enchanting, and you can't help but stare into the lens as your body rapidly continues to swell, as if absorbing that heat, converting it to mass, your hair and beard growing out, thick and glimmering.
More hair begins to grow along your corpulent visage, brightly golden as your chest. It's quickly dampened with sweat, but gives an almost regal appearance to you as it envelopes you, along with your burgeoning mane, accentuated by your face pushing out into a blobby muzzle as your uncontrollably stare. You're feeling so powerful, so grand. You grip the flashlight in blobby hands, slowly turning into fat paws, growling, and as your face pushes out, you can't help but let out a mighty roar...
...That quickly melts into a loud, wet belch. "BWOORRRPPP!!!"
A humongous, thunderous burp makes your flabby body jiggle, shockwaves making your fat ripple and end in a tail shooting from your backside accompanied by an equally loud, pungent fart. You sigh in blissful relief, your eyelids fluttering as you scratch yourself, feeling so majestic and kingly, your grandiosity accentuated by your large and regal red mane now. You waddle over to a nearby mirror and inspect yourself, feeling so vain and egotistical, and you see an incredibly sexy, incredibly obese noble lion man staring back, smirking. You stare in disbelief at first, shocked at what's become of you, yet feeling oddly satisfied. You jiggle your flab, looking and pose, flexing a muscle at how hot you are, only to get quickly taken in by the pungent stench wafting from your fuzzy red armpits. It, like you, seems almost worthy of worship. You take deep snorts of your own stink, feeling so oddly content with yourself.
You sigh blissfully, scratching your huge belly as your grip tightens around the Anthro-Slob Light. You feel so great, you can't explain it but you do. So amazing, and so worthy of worship and adoration. You were truly king of the beasts like this. You look at the flashlight and start to think how wonderful it is... Then start to consider that you're in need of loyal devotees in your current state. The flashlight quickly comes to mind, and your smirk evolves to a wicked, satisfied grin. You could use it to truly grow out your worshippers, couldn't you?