The HOPE of Humankind (futa/male, male/futa, romance, slow growth, gentle dom)

Story by Nexte100

1/25/22 Update: Added Chapter 2.  Sorry for the delay - I'm a pretty slow writer.  Some of you may be disappointed to note that there is still no futa growth in this one, but rest assured that is definitely coming in the next chapter.  I really appreciate all the great feedback I got on Ch 1, and would to hear from you if you're enjoying where this is going.  Thanks!

Original Post:

Hello all, new poster here.  Been reading futa lit for awhile now and figured I'd try my own hand at it.  I have a bit of experience writing (non-futa) erotica over on Lit and previously on other forums, but this is a new genre for me, so please go easy.   

HOPE of Humankind is a slice of life story about a mildly dystopian world in the not-too-distant future where genetically modified humans called Givers (futas) provide antidote for an otherwise incurable disease in the form of their semen.  These Givers are important figures in society, and in exchange for their lifetime of mandatory service, they're assigned an Attendant to take care of their every need.  This tale is about the day-to-day lives of one such Giver and her Attendant. 

This is not a wholly original concept, as I've drawn some influence from Iron Strawberry's webtoon, Princess Claire - at least for the basic concept.  Overall, though, I'm hoping for something a little different.  I've tried to create realistic characters, and I'm aiming for genuine interactions that I feel could be real within a world such as this one.  At its heart, this is a romance.

I would appreciate your feedback on my work as I continue to periodically add chapters.  Futa is probably the one kink I have that I feel most out of my comfort zone writing, hence why I'm not concurrently posting here and on Lit.

All comments welcome.  My non-futa stuff can be found in my sig, in case you're interested.  Thanks for reading.

Chapter 1

Walking through the gleaming, polished doors of my hometown Humanitarian Organization for the Prolonged Existence (HOPE) of Humankind headquarters building, I fidgeted with one of the sliders on my palm tab for what felt like the thousandth time. 

This was it: I had finally been assigned a Giver, and I was on my way to meet her.  After two years of training as an Attendant at the regional HOPE academy back in Portsmouth, I should have been well prepared, but my confidence seemed distant. 

Would my mistress treat me well?  Would I be able to do my duty in all the ways she needed to gain satisfaction?  For the next four years or more, we’d be virtually attached at the hip, sharing a level of intimacy – provided I did my job correctly – that many married couples never had. 

Making a right turn to head toward the Indoctrination center inside, I mustered my resolve.  There was a young woman waiting to meet me who needed my strength.  A woman terrified of the changes her body was experiencing; one in desperate need of the patient guidance and comfort I was prepared to provide.  She, and those like her, was the reason humanity hadn’t perished all those years ago when the disease nearly wiped us out.  And she needed my help.

Standing in front of the interior doors, I took a deep breath. 

Pushing through, I entered a lobby.

“Ahh,” a young woman at the receptionist desk looked up from her terminal to greet me, “you must be Chris.”

“Yes, Ma’am.  Chris Miller.  Attendant, reporting in for my new assignment.”

She smiled at my obvious nervousness.  “Well then, let’s get you where you need to be.”  She rose from her desk and led me down a hallway on the left.  “I’m Carol, by the way,” the receptionist glanced over her shoulder and briefly looked me up and down before giving me a smirk.  “Lucky girl, looks like.  Don’t see many Attendants built like you.”

I felt myself flush at her praise.  It was true though, I supposed; in my training class of eleven, I got the distinct impression that most of the others were a touch overeager for some of the duties that were part of every Attendant’s job.

“Err, thanks.  Let’s hope she thinks so too.”

“No need to be nervous, Blue Eyes; I met her when she arrived.  She’s a real sweetheart, that one.”

Carol tittered at my visible relief.  The doors lining the hall we walked down looked like those found in any doctor’s office, and soon we reached the one we were apparently headed to.  She held me back a moment with a hand on my forearm, looking me in the eye.  “Thank you, by the way, for what you’re doing.  It takes a really special person to sign up for this kind of duty.  These women are humanity’s only hope, and they need all the love and protection we can provide them.”

I gave her a firm nod in reply, the gravity of her words jolting me out of my thoughts.  Right. 

Opening the door, I found a small, clinical room where a woman in hospital scrubs was making notes on a clipboard.  A tall, curvaceous redhead with her

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