Kokoro-Doll Trade Story “Aaaand cut! That’s good stuff. Let’s wrap it up for the day folks,” the director yelled. As soon as he did the stage crew all sprang into action, pulling props and set pieces to the side of the room. Now that filming was finished for the day the production crew moved as quickly as possible to clean up and go home. There was an air of bustling excitement on set that seemed contagious. An assistant walked up to the star of the production and offered him a towel. “Really good work today, Mr. Noir. Will you be needing anything in your trailer today?” the Silvally assistant asked. But the Type: Null Pokemon just shook his head. “No thanks Koro, I’ll be fine today. Just take the rest of the day off; you deserve it,” he said with a wink. “Unless you’d rather come back to the trailer with me for the evening…” The Silvally’s face turned a shade of bright red before stuttering, “N-No thank you, I have plans for the night. Maybe another time.” The skinny Pokémon rushed off to finish his tasks for cleanup. Noir couldn’t help but stare at his butt for a little longer than was probably appropriate. Maybe another day, indeed. Noir smiled and wiped off globs of cum from his face with the towel. He didn’t want any of that getting onto his collar. That was part of the reason he’d been picked for so many porn productions after all; it let him change his body type with just the push of a button. A skill like that was pretty valuable in the porn industry. But even beyond that, Noir was… naturally productive to put it lightly. He knew it would take a team of several people to clean up all the cum from the set, so Noir didn’t wait around for the workers to be finished. He strode over to his trailer, pulled on his casual clothing, and collapsed on a couch. A whole week of shooting scenes and the company still wasn’t even half finished yet. It might’ve been enough to drain a less experienced ‘mon, but not for Noir. He’d been made specifically for fertility. That meant he could go for days and days without getting tired. Sometimes the industry’s producers wouldn’t believe him when he said that. But it only took a few days of ‘work’ to show them he meant business. Noir was a bit glad he hadn’t been made for a milking facility though. It would be fun to do, but this job had much more interaction with other Pokémon. Ahh, the benefits of being created for fucking. He had just settled down with a book for the evening when someone knocked at his door. There weren’t any scheduled deliveries for the day, so perhaps it was another gift basket from a fan? He pulled up his PJs and cinched the waistband to make sure it wouldn’t fall off. Nothing was more embarrassing than accidentally dropping his drawers to reveal a beach ball sized crotch; he’d done that too many times already. When Noir opened the door he wasn’t greeted by the usual postman. Instead it was a wall of Chesnaught. Well, more specifically, the shell of a Chesnaught worn by a much skinnier person. The Pokemon’s shell took up most of the space in the doorway but inside was a tired looking ‘mon, smiling nice and wide at Noir. “Yes? Can I help you?” Noir asked. The Chesnaught pushed up his glasses and nodded. “Yes, you’re Noir right?” “That’s what it says on my trailer.” “Right! Well, I just wanted to come here and say how much I admire your work. It’s uhh… well, very impressive,” the Chesnaught continued, shuffling his feet awkwardly. “You know the studio lot is off limits to visitors, right?” “It is!? Uhh. No, I didn’t know that.” Noir smiled, putting a hand on the Chesnaught’s shoulder. “What’s your name?” “Omni. I really didn’t know I couldn’t be here, and I just wanted to say hello-” “It’s fine Omni. Why don’t you just come inside. That’s what you really wanted isn’t it? It’s what most people want when they visit,” Noir replied in a soothing, deep baritone. The Chesnaught nodded, his face turning a bright red as he stepped inside the trailer. Noir closed the door behind him and motioned to a couch. The Chesnaught sat down without batting an eye. He practically couldn’t believe he was here, with Noir. It felt like a dream come true. Omni was surprised by how sparsely decorated the trailer actually was once inside though. For someone of Noir’s fame, he expected much more lavish accommodations. Gifts from fans, a hot tub, a huge plush bed… but none of those things were here. Instead all he found was the pull out futon he was sitting on, a small table and kitchenette, and a bathroom with a shower and toilet. He was about to say something about it when Noir sat next to him, putting an arm around the ‘naught’s back. He stiffened at the touch, sitting straight up. Why was Noir being so welcoming like this? “So, were you looking to just meet me, or something a little more personal?” the rich baritone voice whispered in his ear. “Uh, well I…” Omni sputtered. Truth be told, he’d come here expecting nothing at all. Not in his wildest dreams did he think that he’d make it past the door, much less find Noir propositioning him for anything more than that. Now that he was here and it was actually happening Omni found that words failed him. Noir chuckled and reached forward to cup the Chesnaught’s crotch in his hand. Omni was packing too, tenting out the fabric of his tight shorts a whole foot in front. The Type:Null Pokémon looked over the grass type again. He was cute, that was for sure. Tired looking maybe but he was hung like a porn star, and the embarrassed attitude was totally adorable. “You can say no if you want, but you’re blushing so hard I think it’s obvious what you came here for. Am I right?” Omni nodded numbly. Even if he couldn’t say the words, he definitely wanted this. The Chesnaught slowly peeled away his pants to reveal the tightly clinging speedos beneath. It wasn’t large enough to hold his entire package while he was hard. The tip of his shaft peeked up past the top of the stretchy fabric, pinned to his body under Omni’s shirt as it nearly reached his pecs. Noir leaned forward and teased the Chesnaught’s dick with a hand, rubbing gently at the arm-thick rod under the shirt. Omni shuddered at the touch; it wasn’t going to take much teasing to get him out of his shell apparently. Figuratively and literally. The grass-type pulled his clothes off quickly, his hands exploring all inches of Noir’s body in the meantime. Noir busied himself with making that undressing as difficult as possible, hands rubbing and tongue teasing across the Chesnaught’s manhood. With Omni’s clothes and heavy shell in a pile Noir could appreciate his visitor’s body much more easily. He was athletic, hung, handsome, and just a little bashful. The Type:Null did his best to make Omni feel more comfortable, laying the Chesnaught on his back against the couch before continuing. Because Noir was made for this, for breeding and having sex, he could tell just what Omni preferred in a partner. He was a switch, so Noir would be a switch as well. Omni felt the warm embrace of Noir’s lips over his shaft as the porn-star ‘mon started to give him a blowjob. In the back of his mind the Chesnaught wondered how Noir could handle a dick the size of his own, but that was pushed aside by the sensations of hot movement against his manhood. Several minutes of groaning, squirming movement later and Noir was rewarded for his efforts with a heady load that filled his mouth to the brim before he gulped it down in a smooth, practiced motion. The ‘mon wiped away a small strand of cum from the side of his mouth, before flipping Omni over onto his back. The Chesnaught was so exhausted, caught up in the afterglow of his climax, that he offered no resistance. Now that Omni had enjoyed himself in one way, Noir was determined to help the Chesnaught enjoy himself in another way entirely. He was a Pokemon built for fucking, and that meant he had plenty of cum to spare. It was always nicer when he could avoid springing for even more condoms though; a cute Chesnaught was a much better place to do that. Noir thrust with the practiced experience of a porn star and Omni groaned with each thick inch he took. The precum was all the lube Noir needed, leaking in long, thick strands. Omni was tight too, stretchy enough to take most of his shaft but tight enough to provide just the right amount of pressure. Omni noticed with half-lidded eyes that even the precum was enough to give him a slight belly. He’d be tired after all this for sure, walking home crooked. They fucked like rabbits, sweaty and feral, shaking the couch with the force of Noir’s thrusting. And then, when Noir finally came, Omni realized that the slight bulge in his belly was nothing compared to what was coming. The Type:Null filled his insides to the brim like a cream filled donut. Slapping sounds of flesh against flesh were drowned out by the sloshing of warm cum inside the Chesnaught. Omni wasn’t sure how long the porn star’s orgasm lasted. A minute? Five? Once he was large enough that his belly obscured his view of Noir it didn’t seem to matter much. Omni placed both hands on his gut and moaned in deep ecstasy. His hands sank into the flesh several inches. Every rubbing movement and slosh felt like heaven. Noir spent his load and then collapsed in a heap atop his partner’s stomach. Neon cum drizzled out from the Chesnaught’s backside. Both Pokemon were absolutely spent each for different reasons. Omni seemed quite content to fall asleep tending to his own inflated gut, happy to have seen it grow that large. Noir was about to sleep as well, but not entirely from exhaustion. He probably still could have gone for another round or two. But tomorrow was a busy day of work on the set. He’d need some beauty rest. That was a pretty good lay though. Kept his mind busy and happy. Maybe he should do this more often; there were plenty of willing fans out there after all. Noir passed into the arms of sleep, happy and resting atop his brand new, warm waterbed. --- A few days later… --- A set of rapid, hard knocks on Noir’s door was enough to get the trailer’s occupants to rouse from their sleep. “Noir, are you awake in there? We’re rolling in twenty minutes, please get ready for today’s shoot.” The trailer shook slightly in response to the Raichu producer’s wake-up-call. He raised an eyebrow at that. At least it meant his star was awake now. He wouldn’t have to worry about any delays now. Turning to leave, the Raichu didn’t notice that two people exited the trailer rather than just one. Though at the size of one of the occupants, it may as well have been three people. Noir walked out first, dressed in his costume for the day: a pizza deliveryman’s outfit, with a tight thong beneath. Once out he turned around to help his friend. An exhausted-looking Silvally followed behind. It was Koro, one of Noir’s personal assistants on set. In front of the Silvally was something new though. A gut sloshed back and forth with each waddling step forward. His shirt had been pushed up by the boulder-like tum, only covering just the bare top of his gut and his pecs. Whatever Noir did to Koro overnight left the Silvally with a belly wide enough to fill the doorway and round enough that it reached far down past his knees. Koro was having quite the trouble getting through the door, but with a helpful pull from Noir he was able to get free. “Oof, t-thanks Noir. See you on set soon I suppose?” the assistant said with a blush. “I think so. Do you require any assistance getting back to the set?” Noir asked, putting one of Koro’s arms over his shoulder to help bear some of the weight. “Ahahah, n-no that’s fine. I can, oof, make it there. Gonna be pretty full all day but… I can do it.” “See you in a few days then?” Noir asked with a sly wink. The Silvally’s face went an even deeper shade of red. “Sure! I-If you have the time, that is. That would be great. Uhm. See you soon!” he stammered and waddled away. Noir watched him go, eyeing Koro’s butt sway the whole way. Thank goodness for attractive assistants with amazing asses. It definitely helped keep the edge off and avoid being pent up. A whole evening with Koro but he was good to go this morning for his next porn shoot. Ahh well, it was better than being blue balled. His partners for adult films usually didn’t appreciate being cumflated to the point of being immobile. As the Type:Null walked toward his job, he pulled out a phone to look up his partner for the day. He’d been so busy he almost forgot to check who they would be working with today. A few finger taps later and Noir broke into a wide grin. He recognized this ‘mon. A Volcanion named Maui; Noir knew him from the stripper bars around the city. He was moderately famous in the local stripper scene for being well hung, built like a tank, and one of the better performers on the circuit. Surprising to see a stripper coming out for a porn role when he could probably make more money in a single night of stripping than a whole week of adult film shoots. But hey, no reason to look a gift horse in the mouth. The Volcanion was easy on the eyes and Noir was certainly interested. He didn’t get a chance to say hello to Maui before the shooting was supposed to begin. In fact, Noir barely made it on set on time at all; he strolled onto set with two minutes to show time. Thankfully he already came with his costume on, and the lines were nothing too difficult. Adult films weren’t particularly known for engaging plots or well written dialogue. “Large pizza with extra sausage?” Noir said in his sultriest voice when Maui opened the door on the false wall. Maui pulled a wallet out from behind himself, kept in a back pocket, and opened it toward the camera to show it was empty. “Oh no, I’m out of money. Is there any other way I could pay you?” Maui asked with a wink. Noir hesitated. That wasn’t the line he remembered from the script. Did someone do rewrites without telling him about it? It wouldn’t be the first time. But Noir was a consummate professional. It would take more than some adlibbing to throw him off. In moments like this, his experience told him the less talking the better. The Type:Null pushed the Volcanion’s chest so he could walk into the fake room and shut the door. Noir needed to reach up in order to push Maui. There was a good two foot height difference between the two. Maui seemed genuinely surprised by Noir, stepping backward and nearly falling off balance. They were off script now, and the novice actor clearly didn’t know what to do about it. That was fine by Noir; he could definitely help Maui with that problem. No need to talk when you could shut someone up like so. Without saying a word, Noir expanded upward and outward. He shuddered with the growth, arms stretching to fill the delivery boy’s costume with muscle to the point of bursting, then beyond that. Maui’s eyes went wide as dinner plates as his partner went from eye level with his pecs to looking at his chin, and finally to the same height. He hadn’t known that was something Noir could do. The costume was in complete tatters, shirt hanging off one extra-wide shoulder while his shorts pooled around his ankles. The only piece of clothing that survived the transformation into a musclebound monster was his speedo. Even that was stretched to its limit though by a throbbing erection, thick as a telephone pole. Noir grinned deviously, pressing forward until only a few inches remained between the two of them. “What-” Maui started before he was cut off with a kiss. Noir knew from rumors that Maui liked to be the bottom, and that was easy enough of a wish to grant. He French kissed the Volcanion pushing him up against a wall with enough force to make the set shake. The crew watching the scene nearly had a heart attack, but the walls held up under the force to everyone’s collective relief. Sandwiched between the two beefy ‘mons sat Noir’s dick, leaking on Maui’s torso with heavy throbs. Noir grinded against his porn partner in between deep kissing, savoring all the grunts and moans he managed to get from Maui. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back for long; he’d need Maui to do something about his raging boner very soon. The producer always told him to slow down, to give them more material to make movies with, but right now Noir wasn’t thinking with the logical part of his brain. He wanted to plunge his dick somewhere warm, and he wanted it right now. Noir turned the Volcanion around and rammed him against a wall. Maui didn’t have time to react aside from a groan. Noir’s hands were already groping across Maui’s chest from behind. The rod of Null meat grinded between Maui’s cheeks without missing a beat. Pre coated his back in wet droplets. Even though he couldn’t turn around to see his partner, he could tell that Noir was escalating quickly. With a ‘twang’ he felt fabric smack the back of his head along with the thump of Noir’s dick landing on the small of his back. Whatever was back there, it certainly wasn’t small anymore. In fact with each thrust Maui could swear he felt it climbing higher over his warm skin. He only started to worry once that feeling reached up close to his shoulder blades. “S-Sir, I-” Maui tried to say, but he was cut off with a much deeper thrust this time. Noir was leaking enough pre that he didn’t need to lube up the Volcanion; he just went straight for the goods. Noir was sure of it now: Maui was a bottom. The fire type didn’t actually look the part, being several feet taller than most Pokémon. But that just made it all the hotter when he was outgrown and moaning. That was a feeling Noir loved. Growing large enough to tease even the hugest and beefiest of ‘mons. He grinned and humped again, burying his dick deep inside the fire type. This was going to make for a great film. Fire types were always the best bottoms. They were warmer than the other Pokémon, made it much more sensual to be inside. Not like water types or, heaven forbid, ice types. The Type:Null was getting more pent up the longer he thrust inside Maui. The minutes passed slowly as the cameras rolled. The more experienced film crew members didn’t even bat an eye, but the newbies on set were totally transfixed. The set shook violently with each thrust now but somehow it remained standing. Maui’s face was red, somehow even redder than it normally was. Clearly this was more than just acting. Maui was loving every instant of their sex. And when Noir came this time, even after 15 straight minutes of frotting and humping, he shot like a rocket. Clearly the porn star still had plenty of stamina to spare. Maui grunted, panting from the effort of being stretched to his limits by a dick larger than any he’d seen before. But as much as that stretching had been tough, it was nothing compared to what he felt filling his insides. The only way he could describe the feeling was like a water balloon being filled on the end of a garden hose. Sloshing sounds filled the set as Maui was forced to flop forward, landing on a gut the size of a small car. The boom microphone above the both of them dodged the movement just barely to give them more room. Noir was still going… When the set’s false floor collapsed under the weight of two titanic Pokémon and one boulder sized gut, the director yelped in surprise. “Cut, cut! Dammit Noir this is going to set us back by weeks!” It was better than the alternative though. The director was already aware of how productive his star could be. Breaking a set was better than breaking a rented house. --- Maui had to be taken away by a dump truck. In spite of all that, the team was happy with the footage they’d been given. With a little editing it could be turned into something great. The producer still pouted off to the side, grumbling about ‘damages’ and ‘budgets’ but Noir didn’t pay him much mind. The Raichu wouldn’t complain once he saw the sales in the end. The Type:Null was back to his typical size. Now he felt a little more spent. A good night’s sleep would be just the ticket this evening. Maybe a quick lunch then a stop back in his trailer to rest. As Noir pulled on an extra set of clothing, he felt a tug on the sleeve of his sweatshirt. “Excuse me, Mr. Noir? I uhh. Could I stay with you again this evening?” the familiar voice of Koro asked. He raised an eyebrow. “I thought we had plans for a few days from now instead?” “Well yes,” Koro started, face turning red with embarrassment. “But my uhh… the door to my house. I tried to get back inside and I can’t fit right now. It’s going to take a while for this belly to go away, you see.” Noir smiled knowingly, putting an arm over the Silvally’s shoulder. “That would be just fine. Some company this evening would be nice. Better than filling a condom.”