You scratch your enormous and doughy, sweaty stomach, basking in your own sexiness. As this massive slob lion, you truly do feel amazing. You raise up your flabby arms and stretch, uncaring how much you jiggle as you do, as you blast out an enormous fart and sigh, your eyes fluttering. The air around you stinks terribly, but somehow you find yourself enjoying it as you scratched your bloated rear next, then lift up an arm to huff your own pit stinks. You're a real man amongst men, a regular Adonis. An alpha male, king of the beasts.
...And with the slob light, you realize you can be even more. You smirk as you admire it in your greasy paws. As hot as you are now, it'd be a shame to keep this gift all to yourself, right? You need servants, adorers, people to kiss the ground you walked on. The more you thought about it, the more it appealed to you. Continuing to scratch your blobbish rump, you take some waddling steps forward, your heft making the ground shake when you walked, your tail swishing behind you. The Magic Shop seems pretty empty, although you are enjoying the way your stink circulates through the air, you know there's probably going to be more people to turn outside.
Several lumbering, thunderous steps and blasts of gas later, you exit the magic shop, your fur glistening with sweat and still smiling to yourself as you let out another belch and scan the area, looking for someone to share this gift with, and someone to worship and serve you as you were meant to be. Another huge fart escapes you as you start the hunt for someone to join you in anthro-slob-hood.