Working For Hell's Arena 1 (Kyrie Secretary TF)

This is a little spin off series series for Changing in Hell's Arena, which is now a multicross series. Think of it as post chapter epilogue or a .5 chapters between parts for Hell's Arena. Most of this series will be set with a girl from the same prospective universe get changed to fill a position. 

In this case as you already know if you've read the draft then you know Kyrie is the one who will change into a secretary. 

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Kyrie sighed as she read her book, trying to distract herself from her worries. She gripped it tighter and pulled it closer, examining every word in it as if she was a professional proofreader. Vivid images of a speaker and the events being described were in her mind, but thoughts of her boyfriend entered her mind and inserted themselves into the scene. She looked at her phone and checked to see if she had received any calls from Nero but to her dismay she hadn’t. She bit her lip and wished again he had a cellphone, but with how often they got broken on missions he decided to stop trying and just use payphones.  

It had been a few weeks since Nero had gone off and she hadn’t heard anything back from him. It wasn’t like him to just go dark, especially for this long. He liked to keep her updated about what was happening to put her at ease. Her lover had called her earlier and told her he had arrived at the location for the job and told her he would call for an update on things when he was done. She gulped as thoughts of Nero being injured and fighting to stay alive entered her mind. It made her consider calling Dante but she wondered if she might be worrying over nothing. 

Every day seemed to get a little longer. Minutes felt like hours, hours like days. Days had started to feel like weeks, and weeks feeling months. She wasn’t sure how much more she would be able to take this. It just kept getting worse the longer this went on. She wasn’t sure what she should do and too afraid to hear what she might learn. The brunette sighed and knew she needed to do something and brace herself for the worst at this point. She would gather her courage and composure to call Dante and tell him everything she knew if she didn’t hear anything in the next few days. 

A knock at the door made her jump, dropping her book. She quickly stood up and ran to the door, hoping it was Nero. She opened the door and her hopes were dashed when she saw it was a handsome young man and a woman that looked to be around her age.

The man was handsome with short blonde hair. He was dressed casually, in a pair of jeans and a nice fine pressed black shirt and jacket. He had a well-built body, like someone who regularly worked out

The woman next to him had short messy silver hair and fair skin. She wore a pair of sunglasses that hid her eyes. She wore a low cut white top that exposed the top of her breasts and a pair of tight blue jeans that hugged her curvaceous lower body. What stood out the most on her was her boobs. They were easily the largest set of breasts; she had ever seen in her life. She was a straight woman, but her massive rack made Kyrie feel self-conscious about herself and fight the urge to step back and cover her small chest. 

The more Kyrie stared at her the more she felt as if there was something familiar about her. The color of her hair and skin tone reminded her of Nero. She wondered if she had any relation to Nero. Nero was an orphan after all and whoever his father was might be the same as hers. Maybe when he returned, they could perform a test or something and see if they were related. Nero might say he had put those thoughts behind him, but there were moments where she knew he was wondering about what could be. 

“Hello, can I help you?” Kyrie asked, struggling to keep the disappointment and sadness out of her voice.  She kept her hand by the door to slam it in their faces if she had to. She didn’t get too many visitors, and these two didn’t look like they were trying to sell her something. If they were to try something, she would at least be able to buy herself a few seconds and those few moments could make all the difference between her getting away or not. 

“My name is Rodin, and this is Nela,” the man said. 

“Hello,” the woman said as she waved at her with a charming smile.

Kyrie couldn’t help but smile back. There was just something about her demeanor that put her at ease. She had a familiar aura to Nero. Still, she kept her guard up. She had no idea what their true intentions were, but the fact they were knocking on her front door instead of just barging in was something. 

“Would it be okay if we come inside to talk?” Rodin asked. 

“What about?” Kyrie asked.

“It’s about your boyfriend, Nero. I met him not too long ago,” Rodin replied.

Kyrie’s face went blank as she thought over what she should do. On one hand, she wanted to slam the door shut in their face. The way they just showed up and had information on Nero just seemed a little too perfect for her. Still, it was the only real connection she had with him in such a long time. If they had any information, then it could lead to him being found or sending help. It would make finding him easier if or when she called Dante. 

“Yes,” Kyrie said and stepped to the side to let them in. She prayed she was making the right choice and they didn’t have any bad news. Her stomach churned as they stepped inside the house, a foul feeling settling there like she had eaten some bad eggs. As the two stepped into the room, her mind easily imagined them saying he was captured or wounded. 

Kyrie led them to the living room and sat in the chair she did before they arrived as the two of them sat down on the couch. The woman snuggled up against Rodin as if they were getting ready for movie night. A bitter angry voice in her head screamed in jealousy. The woman’s appearance didn’t help soothe it either. It was easy for her to imagine Nero in her place sitting across from her. It made her wish he was here right now, so they could spend time together and make up for how long he had been away. 

“You said you met him?” Kyrie said calmly. Her hands balling the hem of her white dress and feeling like her heart was about to burst out of her dress. 

“He decided to join my organization known as Hell’s Arena and become one of my fighters,” Rodin said. “He saw a few matches from what I was told and wanted a meeting so he could join. He didn’t say why exactly, but maybe he needed some extra cash. Oh sorry to clarify the wrestling part I mean is for underground fighters, like hand-to-hand, wrestling, that sort of mixed martial arts where every fighting style can be used.” 

Kyrie blinked and found it strange, to say the least. Nero had a thing for wrestling and watched it from time to time for inspiration. It was where he learned some of his moves. Still, she needed to press a little more and hopefully learn or see if they were being truthful or not. “Is there anything else you can tell me about him and why he hasn’t called then?”

“Well like I said, he joined us and fought the night he did and won every night. Excuse me for the sudden change in topic, but I imagine since he hasn’t been here for a while, I assume things have been a little worrisome moneywise,” the man said sympathetically. 

“That hasn’t been an issue, and there is enough money to prevent me from worrying about it for a while,” Kyrie replied. It was true Nero was the main income provider, but unlike Dante from what she heard, Nero could manage a budget without gaining more debt. “Still I would like to talk to him as soon as possible since he joined you.”

“It can be arranged, and since he joined us, I thought it would be a good idea if you joined us as well,” Rodin answered. 

“Excuse me?” Kyrie blinked. She never liked fighting but understood it needed to be done, especially with the demons. “While I appreciate the offer, I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline. I don’t think there’s anything I can really help you with. I’m not a fighter.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be a fighter to join my organization. You could work for me as a secretary and help me manage the company.”

“Even so, I don’t think I should join on. While I do have some money management, planning, and communication skills I don’t think I would fit. The job doesn’t have any real appeal to me,” Kyrie said, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice. “Can we go back to the original topic of our conversation pleased?”

“In a minute, but I have to admit, while I do like your honesty and if this was a normal job offer, I would accept it, but I can’t,” Rodin replied, which made Kyrie stiffen and her toes curl. “How about I arrange it so you can see and talk to Nero right now.”

“What do you mean?” Kyrie said.

Rodin stood up and bowed as he unfurled his arm in front of Nela as if he was a magician introducing his assistant. The woman bent over slightly as the girl’s right arm suddenly changed and in its place was a reptilian red and blue limb. She blew a kiss out to Kyrie and smiled as she rested her cheek against her face. 

Kyrie gasped and immediately recognized the demonic limb was Nero’s. Suddenly a horrible thought entered her mind that made her throat clench. Her stomach felt like a heavy dumbbell had been placed on it. Her mind stalled. A cold chill went down her spine as she opened and closed her mouth.

“N-Nero!” She gasped her body shaking as she stared at the woman in horror. This had to have been Nero before this man did whatever he did to change him. She moved to run out of the room, but the former Demon Hunter grabbed her before she could make it to the door and pulled her close. The silver-haired woman raised Kyrie’s arms behind her armpits and put her in a headlock.  

“Nero!” Kyrie cried as she struggled against her transformed lover’s grasp. “Let me go, stop! Nero, you have to fight him!”

“Don’t worry Kyrie, nothing bad is going to happen,” Nela said. “Trust me you’re going to love it!”

“Nero,” Kyrie whimpered as tears formed in her eyes and traveled down her cheeks. She didn’t want to believe this was her lover, but all the evidence pointed to this being him. What did he do to warp her love into this? 

“Isn’t she a beauty?” Rodin asked rhetorically. “Nela here is currently the champion of my underground demon fighting arena. She’ll be entering the world of professional wrestling soon, and we got a modeling deal set up, which will further her popularity. I have no doubt soon, she’ll be the biggest name in the media soon.”

“Aww thanks, boss, you're making me blush,” Nela remarked and blew a kiss at him. 

Kyrie glared at the man hatefully and tried again to break out of the hold she was in. The young woman wanted nothing more than to hit him at least, for what he had done. She had never been a violent woman, but the white-hot fury running through her system made her want to do things, which would have made even the hardiest of sailors’ pale. She gulped as the man moved closer to her and struggled more in Nela’s arms, but the latter wouldn’t budge.

“Now where to begin,” Rodin wondered aloud.

“How about the bod? Would be nice to see her curves pop,” Nela suggested. 

“That’s always an option, but not sure it would be the best place to start. Sometimes we got to work up to events after all. You know what before we begin the fun parts, let’s put you in more appropriate clothing,” Rodin said. “Your outfit really does give off a nice nun, or purity aspect, but it wouldn’t be the best thing to wear in an office setting I think.”

Kyrie shivered as her clothes started to feel off as if they had gotten wet from someone spraying her with a garden hose. She looked down and her eyes widened when her clothes started to change. The bottom of her dress started to ride up as if it was being lifted by someone. The middle of her dress broke apart and the bottom half hardened at its top, making it clear it was now another piece of clothing entirely. 

The remains of the top of her dress gained small white buttons down the center as the collar of her shirt hardened and became more pronounced. The traces of gold around her shirt started to meld in with the white of her shirt until they were gone completely. The sleeves of her top hardened as well around her wrists and formed into clean white cuffs. It changed into a professional white blouse, like a woman who was about to go out for an interview. The top part of her new shirt reduced and lowered as if someone, cutting it with scissors. It finished shrinking when it became a sexy low-cut white blouse that showed the top of her breasts. 

The bottom half of her new skirt started to darken, almost as if someone was using the slider on a video game. It continued to slowly get darker as it started to rise higher. The young woman shivered as the shrinking cloth crawled up her legs as if it was a horde of spiders. She could feel the cold air conditioning air run over her exposed legs. If she wasn’t restrained, she would have attempted to cover them. Her new skirt finished changing when they reached her upper thigh and showed off her nice legs. 

Kyrie blushed at the sudden change of attire, and it only worsened when he saw Rodin looking her over appreciatively. She never wore clothing which would show much skin, preferring the modest dresses and clothes she wore, which hid her figure. The fact she was wearing a skirt so short that it exposed a good portion of her thighs and a low-cut top made her squirm. She wanted to grab a towel or a jacket and throw it over herself to hide her exposed body but couldn’t because of her transformed lover. 

“Now that you’re in the proper clothing, we can move onto your body,” Rodin remarked, getting a giggle from Nela. “Now then how to change you? I used some magical lights for Nero, but that wouldn’t fit for this setting. Hmmm, maybe some hand gestures or something. I think your face is perfect just the way it is so we can leave that alone.”

“I agree with you, their boss, her face is perfect just the way it is. I say just make her curves more pronounced. There’s no reason to try and put up a show,” Nela said. “Might as well just get straight to the point, since it's just us.”

The words stung Kyrie and she had to force herself not to cry. She never thought she would hear those words from him. The warmth from the woman holding her felt the same, like when she was in her male form, but now she couldn't be comforted by her arms. Instead, it was almost like a raging fire that was suffocating her. The way she breathed and held her body made her uncomfortable and thought of Nela’s arms like serpents. She wanted nothing more to break free but knew she couldn’t with how strong her former lover was. She closed her eyes and opened them as if she was trying to wake up from a nightmare. Much to her dismay, no matter how much she wished this wasn’t real, the cruel reality of this situation remained the same. 

“Patience Nela this is just as much a show as it is an experience, and she needs to enjoy herself, though you are right. Don’t want to drag this out,” Rodin smiled. He waved his hands up and down, almost as if he was encouraging her to speak. 

Kyrie opened her mouth to speak, but instead, a groan escaped her mouth as her body started to feel warm. The closest thing she could think of was when she and Nero were having their date night and the events built up to one of their make-out sessions. He would grope her breasts gently and caress her body through her clothes. The way her body squirmed from his hands’ work and moved of its own will like now painfully reminded her of those times. 

A pins and needles sensation came over her lower body as if it had fallen asleep. She looked down and saw her thighs growing larger as if she was suddenly gaining weight. The brunette gulped as the skirt was stretched farther, the fabric tickling her slightly as it did. The skirt rubbed her swelling thighs, almost as if someone was softly caressing them. Her growing thighs made the new skirt she wore ride up slightly and caress her bum. They finished growing when she was left with long sexy legs that perfectly belonged to her growing sexy secretary appearance, especially with her thick shapely thighs that would entice many.

The changing woman didn’t have long to admire her new legs, as her butt started growing larger, pushing against her transformed lover’s crotch more as it swelled. The skirt she wore tightened, her underwear digging deeper into her backside. She could feel the skirt digging into her backside moments later, showing her cheeks off to anyone behind her. After an agonizing pleasing minute of growth that seemed to go on for hours, she was left with a plump heart-shaped butt that would call anyone with even a hint of sexual interest. 

Kyrie sighed in relief when the changes ceased, and then immediately paled at the sight of her now bottom-heavy figure. She squeezed her thighs and jumped from the familiar strong erotic surge coursing through her body. She moved her hands as much as she could to feel her butt and gave it a slow squeeze. She gasped as the pleasure that shot up her spine was much stronger than before, instantly making her face darken. It was as if the pleasing sensations from her ass had been increased. 

“Well don’t mind us,” Rodin said. “If you want to get a better feel for your new lower body, we won’t stop you.” 

“Or if you would prefer, I can give you a good spanking,” Nela offered cheekily. 

“Either way, the pleasure you’re going to feel is about to grow!” Rodin said as he shaped his hands into a pair of finger guns and pointed them at her and fired them. Blue wisps of energy flew forward and hit her breasts, causing her to gasp. The changing woman started to pant like a thirsty dog as her nipples grew more prominent. She forced herself to look down and saw her nipples slightly poking through her top. 

“Oh,” she moaned erotically and tried to move her arms, but Nela’s grip on her tightened. 

Kyrie whimpered as her modest chest started to grow larger as if they were balloons being filled with helium. The pleasure made her squirm and bite her lips at the sensation of someone groping her chest, sucking on them, and licking them made her putty in Nela’s arms. She bit her lips as her feet moved erratically. She started to pant like a dog in heat as her breasts swelled out forcing Nela to adjust her arms. Her new top comfortably holding her expanding breast line and supporting them comfortably. 

In the back of her mind, she worried over how big her breasts were going to be by the time they finished growing. Her transformed lover’s bust was so massive the sheer idea of walking around with boobs of such size immediately made her recoil. She worried the pleasure would push her over the edge and she would reach her climax. It would be the ultimate humiliation to her already terrible day. Her bust’s growth started to slow and finally finished growing when they were a large DD-cup the size of full apples.

The changing woman gulped as the assaulting sensation on her body came to an end. She slowed her breathing, unintentionally relaxing against Nela’s bust as if they were pillows. She breathed heavily and her hands tingled as they ached to molest her bust. As happy as she was, that it ended, the perverted part of her mind was disappointed it was over already. 

“Not a bad set,” Nela chuckled. “Nowhere near as big and perfect as mine, but you’ll definitely be turning heads.” 

“Indeed, she will be,” Rodin smiled. “If she’s going to help around the office, then she needs to meet a certain set of standards.”

“Now then let’s wrap these up and get her in the proper mindset. I don’t think we need to do too much with the face since she’s already quite the beauty. Let’s just give her a set of glasses to really sell the look. After all, you can argue that the look isn’t complete without glasses,” Rodin commented. He raised his hands as if he was holding something. A pair of elegant black glasses formed in his hands and he gently slipped them on the bridge of her nose, making her jerk in shock. 

Kyrie groaned as a migraine suddenly came over her head and wished she could have held her head. Her head spun and her mind foggy as if she had ridden a roller coaster a dozen times. Her mind tickled as memories suddenly came to the forefront and started to warp as if they were being edited. She gasped as she realized it was changing her past and desperately clung to the memories of her life. The first one to come to her was of her family and how her parents were the caretakers of the orphanage. Nero had been there for as long as she could remember but pushed away other people because of how they treated and what they said about his mother. 

It wasn’t until she talked to him, along with Credo, that he started to soften and let people in. After that Nela’s whole attitude started to change and become more amiable. She was still a wild little girl who got into fights, but she was happier. She decided to leave and strike her fortune elsewhere after she stopped the Order of the Sword from taking over the world. With the Order a shadow of itself, she lacked a job and needed to find one. She had been hunting demons to earn some cash and would continue to do so, even after she gained a steadier income. She heard back not too long ago that she had decided to become a wrestler, and became one for Hell’s Arena. 

“No!” Kyrie cried and shook her head, as she tried to fight her memories changing. Tears welled in her eyes and she sniffed as she tried to recall Nero’s face. She couldn’t properly recall what Nero looked like, even though she could look at the person restraining her to get an idea. She refused to look at her former lover, out of fear the new memories would become too strong to resist. 

The new memories continued to pound against her mind, and grow stronger, becoming more believable to her. Instead of staying with the order, she continued her education in college, taking singing lessons as a hobby. The boss of Hell’s Arena, Rodin, needed an assistant and Nela recommended her. After a quick meeting which had been little more than a formality she accepted and quickly proved herself to Rodin. 

They continued to become more prominent and started to become too much for her to bear. Her body went limp. She breathed calmly, almost as if she was sleeping peacefully. Nela loosened her grip enough so that she wasn’t restraining her roughly but tight enough to make sure she wouldn’t fall onto the floor. 

Nela couldn’t help but grin. Despite the love and affection, she had for Rodin, she had to admit she missed her best friend and sister in all but blood. When she told him, Rodin told her he could give Kyrie a job so she could work here, and the two could see each other whenever they wanted. This might seem a little mean, but she was sure Kyrie wouldn’t mind in the end. Now that she would be working for Rodin as well, they would be able to see each other whenever they wanted.

After several moments Kyrie groaned as she started to wake up. She moved to stand straight at the sight of her boss but realized something was wrapped around her body and her feet were off the ground. The changed woman blinked in confusion and looked down to see Nela’s arms wrapped around her. She sighed as she turned her head to look at Nela’s smirking face and said flatly, “Nela put me down.”

“Whatever you say sexytary,” Nela replied as she gently put Kyrie down.

“Thank you,” Kyrie said as she brushed the wrinkles out of her attire. While they might not be meeting anyone, they were doing business yet, she had to look her absolute best.  “And don’t call me that.”

“Hey then you shouldn’t fit the stereotype so well,” Nela countered lightly.

“I am merely dressing professionally. Something you would understand if you were in my position. 

“And having your breasts as exposed as they are and a short skirt riding up your upper thighs is professional looking?” Nela rebuffed, smirking. 

“As I said I am dressing professionally. If I am making deals with other businesses when Rodin is unable to meet them then I have to show we are serious. If I must show a little skin to ensure our success then so be it,” Kyrie smirked.  

Memories of men and women being distracted by her curvy body and dozing off as they lost themselves in their fantasies made her giggle. The lustful idiots or jealous women in some cases would be so distracted by her good looks, that it would cause them to make mistakes. They would agree to clauses that would benefit her corporation more, and be surprised to see them in the contract, even though they agreed to it moments ago. They clearly would have noticed it if they didn’t let themselves get distracted by her body.

“You know with how cutthroat you are, you would make a great heel,” Nela commented. “If you want, I’m willing to train you. Besides, it would be fun to wrestle with another human instead of just clobbering demons all day. Probably a lot more arousing for the fans too.”

“The idea of getting into a fight has no real pleasure for me, besides Rodin needs my help when it comes to the office. We all have our parts to play and mine is by his side, making sure everything runs smoothly. Your’s is wowing the crowd and making sure they will come back.”

“That I can do!” Nela smiled cheekily with a thumbs up.

“You both play important roles, girls that would hurt this company if something were to happen. Now girls I think it’s time we head back to the office,” Rodin said as he put his arms around the two of them. “We have to talk about some important matters and Nela has a show later.”

“Right,” Nela said as she snuggled against him. “Can’t be late for those.”

The group walked out of the house and made their way to the limo. Rodin opened the door for them, and two women stepped inside. Nela made her way to the end and lounged as she waited for Rodin to step inside. The moment Kyrie stepped in, she looked around and grabbed what she knew to be her PDA on a table on the side of the car. She looked over the files on it, getting their appointments and the matches they had set up for the week in her photographic memory. 

“Now Kyrie we’re going to need you to make sure things are going well over here in this world, as we start expanding out and getting some more people on our roster,” Rodin said. He thought over what they could do with her old home. Sure, they could sell it to earn some quick cash, but the idea of just keeping it did have its perks as well. They could get someone to maintain it while they were away and come back occasionally when they need a little break. He had plans in mind for something much more extravagant that they could stay in this world. It would just take some time to get his other business ventures like Nela’s modeling in order and for the cash to flow. 

“Of course, I assume you already have a few candidates in mind already,” Kyrie said. 

“That I do. You can find them under recruits. I have their files written down for their current abilities and what their place in our wrestling organization would be after their induction. I’m still figuring out and refining how they should be approached and would welcome any feedback or ideas you might have,” Rodin said. 

“Of course,” Kyrie said as she started reading on the first possible recruit and what their world was like. 

Rodin wrapped his arms around them again, causing the two of them to snuggle contently against them. Kyrie continued to read the file on the PDF as Nela watched the passing scenery. The lone man sighed contently. “I knew coming to this world was a good idea.”