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How to gift a Lizard girl TF as a present (By Nagisa)
🕑 Added 2025-09-22 21:00:04 +0000 UTCIt’s been a long year for you. Work hasn’t exactly been easy, but you pushed through it all. Why? Because you’re Quab, CrabCorp’s very own CEO, and nothing keeps a crab down for long.
Of course, business isn’t your only pastime. You’ve also indulged in the latest trend sweeping the world: Turning guys into girls. Sometimes even into full-blown monster girls. For you, it’s more than a trend. It’s a hobby. A way to blow off steam. Something that always makes you smile, especially when the weight of corporate life presses down too hard.
Yet, this year has brought you more than just paperwork and playful transformations. The biggest deal of your career scuttled right onto your desk: A partnership with none other than the enigmatic goddess, Nagisa Fulkami.
Unpredictable? Definitely. Aloof? Absolutely. A little unreliable? …Yeah, sometimes. But all those quirks pale compared to the raw presence she brings. Nagisa works hard for those she chooses to work with, and her heart, dark goddess though she may be, shines through in her own chaotic way.
Well… mostly. To be fair, she does have a habit of blasting random bystanders into the strangest forms without so much as a warning. But what can you do? She’s the Goddess of Darkness. That comes with the territory.
You were just about to close the books on today’s tasks when you heard it: A knock at the door. Unusual. No one ever visits at this hour. The sound caught you off guard, but you’d never let your composure slip. A CEO has standards, after all.
“Come in,” you called, making sure to lace your voice with dignified authority.
The door swung open—and your mood instantly lifted.
“Gladly~ Did ya miss me?”
Because stepping inside was none other than the queen of chaos herself: Nagisa Fulkami.
Following her was a young man you had never seen before.
“I am happy to see you,” you said, offering her a smile before your eyes slid toward the stranger. “And you are?”
The boy didn’t have even a fraction of Nagisa’s commanding presence. Few did, but he straightened his shoulders and spoke anyway. “I’m Jamir. Nice to meet you.”
“He’ll be your intern starting now,” Nagisa declared.
“He is?” you echoed, blinking.
“I am?!” the boy yelped, nearly tripping over his own words.
“Yes, he is. Chief Intern for Quality and Mood Improvement.” Nagisa’s tone was matter-of-fact, as though she’d just announced the weather.
You opened your mouth, closed it again, and reminded yourself: Trying to make sense of a goddess’s whims was a fool’s game. You were long past the point of expecting explanations.
“Alright?” you said at last, keeping your voice as professional as you could manage. “I suppose that’s fine. But I don’t exactly know what that branch is supposed to do—” You stopped yourself, exhaled, and gave her a wry smile instead.
“Never mind. Welcome to the team, Jamir. If Nagisa says you’re on board, then you’re on board.”
Nagisa nodded, looking smugly satisfied. Jamir just looked more lost than before.
“Perfect. That’s what I wanted to hear.” With that, Nagisa spun on her heel and headed for the door. “You two have fun!” she called, vanishing without so much as a wave goodbye.
You sat there for a long moment, staring at the space she’d just occupied. Processing. Trying, and failing, to guess her angle this time.
What exactly was her goal again…?
Just as that thought crossed your mind, the door slammed back open so hard it rattled on its hinges.
“QUAB! I have come to reward you!” Nagisa declared, striking a heroic pose as if she hadn’t just left the room thirty seconds ago.
“Reward me?” you asked, utterly lost now. You’d given up on trying to follow her train of thought—if she even had one.
“Yes! Fetch your most trusted intern! I shall—oh!” Her eyes landed on Jamir, and she gasped in theatrical surprise. “I see you were one step ahead. Truly a man of caliber. Excellent. Then we can start immediately.”
You stared at her, baffled. Jamir stared at her, even more baffled. If there were a contest for most bewildered intern expression, this boy was already holding the trophy.
“Alright. Let’s turn it up~”
Nagisa snapped her fingers.
A cloud of dark mist burst forth, curling and coiling through the air before wrapping itself around Jamir like a living shroud. His startled yelp was muffled, swallowed whole by the swirling fog as it clung to every inch of him, pressing, reshaping, remolding.
His legs lengthened, stretching taller, his thighs filling out with sudden, undeniable curves. His hips cracked with an audible shift before flaring wider, dragging his backside into a round, plush shape that made his balance falter.
His stomach cinched in, flattening to a trim plane, while his waist narrowed sharply as though pulled tight by unseen strings. His shoulders softened, arms slimming into something delicate, almost fragile compared to the boy who had walked in minutes earlier.
Even his face wasn’t spared. The mist traced across his jaw, sanding down its edges, smoothing and reshaping until every angle softened into a feminine curve. His lips plumped, his nose refined, his whole expression bending toward girlish charm.
And then… his chest.
It started with a push. A swell. His shirt strained as two generous mounds rose steadily, swelling larger with each second until the fabric barely contained them. Jamir’s hands flew downward, not up, clutching between his legs instead of his chest. Which told you everything.
By the time the final wave of change rippled through him, his breasts bounced forward with a heavy, feminine weight. The mist peeled away, leaving behind not Jamir the intern, but Jamir the young woman, panting and wide-eyed in her new skin.
Nagisa, of course, looked pleased as ever.
Jamir, on the other claw, nearly fell over the moment she could move again. She was more than just flustered… she was in full-blown panic. Her hands flew everywhere at once, as if she couldn’t decide whether to cover her chest, her hips, or the space between her legs. Her eyes darted from limb to limb, mouth opening and closing like a fish tossed on land.
Meanwhile, you just sat frozen in your chair, stunned not only at the transformation itself, but at the sheer audacity of Nagisa pulling it off in your office like it was some sort of magic parlor trick.
“Of course…” Nagisa drawled, as though reading your mind. “Just a girl wouldn’t make much of a reward. I bet you’d want something stronger. Something bigger. Something with a bit more… bounce~”
Before you could even protest, the dark mist surged again, this time slamming into Jamir from multiple directions at once.
Her body stretched, rising taller by the second, legs lengthening like pulled taffy until she loomed head and shoulders above her old self. Her chest and rear swelled next, plumping out with steady force until there was no denying their size. Not modest nor subtle anymore. We were talking the beeeg kind that one would write with three “e”s. The kind of proportions you couldn’t politely ignore if you tried.
Then came the heat. Her whole form began to steam faintly, as though she were running drills in a gym none of you could see. Her thighs thickened with muscle, cords of strength tightening under her skin. Her arms swelled firm and defined. Her shirt rode higher and higher until, with perfect timing, her stomach was exposed, just in time for it to etch itself into hard, sculpted abs before your eyes.
By the time the mist peeled away again, Jamir was left standing there panting, chest heaving, looking like she’d just run a marathon and won it.
All you could think was…
Damn. Nagisa really does know your taste well.
Because this girl? This girl was hot as hell.
Jamir, however, didn’t seem to share your appreciation. She was trembling, wide-eyed, desperately trying to press for answers. Rookie mistake.
“What did you do to me…? Why did you do this…? How even—?”
Yeah. You’d heard those questions a hundred times before. Hell, you’d asked them once or twice yourself, and the answer never really changed.
Nagisa is a goddess. She does it because she can. Because she wants to. That’s all there is to it.
Nagisa glided forward, her steps smooth and deliberate. Jamir instinctively tried to back away, but her feet were already rooted in place by tendrils of dark mist, locked down tight.
“Listen well,” Nagisa intoned, her voice a mix of playfulness and authority. “You are going to become a very special servant to Quab, and that is a great honor.”
“W-what?” Jamir stammered, her voice cracking.
“A servant,” Nagisa repeated, as if the word were sacred. “A pet. The office pet Quab has always wanted, and you are going to become that. Are we clear?”
Before Jamir could answer, Nagisa pressed a finger to her forehead. Instantly, Jamir’s eyes glazed over, her frantic spark dimming into a hazy, dull stare.
“Good girl,” Nagisa purred. “Now, let me wash away all those unimportant little thoughts rattling around in your head, as you become exactly what Quab has always wanted to have~.”
Dark mist unfurled from Nagisa’s body once more, rolling forward like a storm tide, eager to swallow Jamir whole.
Her feet were the first to change. Her shoes dissolved into nothing as her toes stretched, lengthened, and split apart into clawed digits. Scales rippled outward across her skin, glinting faintly in the light as her nails hardened into sharp little talons. Jamir’s voice wavered, almost a whisper:
“P-pet…? Servant…? I… I don’t…”
Her protest died as the next shift came. From her already impressive behind, something pushed outward. It was swelling, lengthening, curling behind her until it slammed against the floor with a heavy thump. A tail. A lizard’s tail, thick and muscular, extending past her thighs, past her knees, until it dragged across the office carpet like it belonged there.
Nagisa’s finger never left Jamir’s forehead, tracing lazy circles as though rewriting the very script of her thoughts. Perhaps she was, because Jamir’s words came out slurred, uncertain, yet shifting toward obedience.
“I… am… pet… I need to… yes…”
The mist rose higher, and now Nagisa focused on her face. Jamir whimpered softly as her lips and jaw pushed outward, her mouth reshaping into a short, reptilian muzzle. Scales crept up her cheeks in shimmering patterns. Her ears melted and stretched into fin-like crests. Her eyes narrowed to sharp, slitted pupils, glowing faintly as her expression softened into docile bliss.
“Yesss…” Jamir moaned, the last of her resistance melting away. Whatever spark of protest had remained was gone, washed clean by the goddess’s touch.
Then, with a flick of her hand, Nagisa let go. The mist peeled away, leaving Jamir standing tall, muscular, feminine, and unmistakably reptilian.
“Ta-da~!” Nagisa sang, gesturing grandly like she’d just unveiled a prize on a game show. “For your very special day, you get one intern turned into a hot, tall, buff, obedient lizard girl who’ll do anything you say. Am I not the nicest girl you’ve ever met?”
You looked at the girl. Then back at Nagisa. Then back at the girl. Well… there was no denying it. She really was extremely hot.
“Ahhh~” Jamir moaned, almost as if she’d only just noticed you sitting there. Her new voice was sultry, reverent. “Master, I’m so happy to see you. As always, I’ll serve you in any way I can!”
“Wow…” you muttered, unable to stop yourself. That was one hell of a present.
“There you go!” Nagisa clapped her hands together with satisfaction. “May she make you very happy~” She spun on her heel, strutting toward the door like a model on a catwalk.
“Happy birthday, Quab!” she declared, tossing the words over her shoulder before closing the door behind her. Just like that, she was gone—leaving you alone with the tall, sexy lizard girl in your office.
For a moment, silence hung heavy between you.
“She’s a bit of a strange one, isn’t she, Master?” Jamir finally asked, tilting her head down to look at you with obedient devotion. Her towering frame made the gesture even more surreal. “Why would she leave so quickly, especially on your birthday?”
“That’s just the way she is,” you sighed, stretching out a hand.
Instantly, Jamir dropped to her knees and leaned forward, rubbing her scaled head against your palm like a loyal pet. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at the sight.
“I gave up questioning her a long time ago,” you said, standing and moving toward the couch in your office. Sure enough, Jamir followed at once, kneeling gracefully in front of you as you sat.
Your eyes drifted up toward the ceiling. “Thank you, Nagisa. That’s one hell of a present.”
With the soft, steady sound of your new lizard girl purring against your hand, you leaned back, letting the chaos of the day finally sink in.
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I usually don't do lizardgirl TFs. I really don't know how to do them either. A tutorial would be great, otherwise I’ll embarrass myself in front of my business partner.
