Seth -- Garden of Beginnings

First there was nothing. Oblivion stretching out endlessly into nowhere. That was what Seth saw when he fell through a crack in the universe.

And then, he was somewhere. It was a lush paradise full of greenery, fantastical animals, and an inviting, warm sun.

There were only two other people with him, and they were both awe-inspiring. It was a man and a woman, but just calling them that would be an insult. They were more like the platonic ideals of a man and a woman. The perfect man and the perfect woman who shouldn't have been, but were. They were beautiful and powerful and amazing.

And they were both naked. Their bodies were dark from their time in the sun, reflecting the sheen of sweat from perfectly toned muscles. They were the most desirable bodies he had ever seen. Or at least that was what his hard-on was telling him.

After being enraptured by their beauty, Seth thought they were going to eat him as the woman reached out to grab him. They were much larger than he, after all. He wasn't able to get away, and instead the woman cradled him against her bosom. Her dark, pert, sand-dollar nipple reached his mouth and expelled something into his mouth, and he couldn't help but swallow it. A confused Seth couldn't stop himself, and soon her relaxed in her arms as she allowed her to breastfeed him like a child.

Her milk was warm and relaxing and delicious. Eventually, he allowed himself to stop, only because he felt like he would burst open if he took in any more. He was sleepy and full and felt safe with them.

He would wake up later, having been stripped naked, his pants and underwear replaced with something.

At the center of this strange tropical nook he had found himself in was a tree. A massive tree with palm-like leaves, which they strapped to his waist. The material was absorbent like a sponge. It wasn't long before the absorbency was tested when he desperately needed to pee and, to his shock, was unable to stop himself from doing just that before he could even stand up from his impromptu nap.

The massive, perfect man carried Seth to a patch of moss under the shade of the giant tree, and began to undo the thing they strapped to him. He wiped his privates down with a patch of cloth-like moss, which smelled of fresh grass. He was strapped into a new leaf, his waist doused in the white pollen and sweet nectar of the tree's blossoms to prevent chaffing, and soon Seth was carried back to where the woman had been waiting for them.

The Tree of Innocence will always provide for a family that needed it, and Seth had become part of that family.

Time was strange in this stranger land. Seth didn't know how long he had been there in the Garden, but he never wanted it to end. The man and woman, whom he found himself calling "mommy" and "daddy", spent their every waking moment with him. They played with him, talked to him, told him what a good boy he was. Mommy would feed him her milk, or daddy would spoon him mashed fruit. He would fall asleep at random parts of the day in their arms, feeling cozy from skin-to-skin contact. He would wet and mess himself so often that he had forgotten to tell the difference between "clean" and "unclean", and he didn't need to worry about that because mommy and daddy would change him when he needed it.

It would be later that he realized the feeling he had toward them when he had met them wasn't arousal, or any carnal attractions.

It was a primal, instantaneous form of love a baby instinctively felt for their parents.

Seth woke up. What he dreamed was no dream, but memories. Memories of his life before he came to the Institute.

Back then, he was doing fieldwork for his archeology degree. He was following a trail of documents surveying what he believed was the origin of the human species. He came into possession of various fossilized plant and animal specimens. He realized that two pieces were two halves of a perfectly preserved fossilized leaf from a long-extinct plant, and then something appeared in the middle of his office. It looked like a doorway. Feeling a need to put his name in the history books, he didn't tell anyone when he crossed its threshold, and the door closed behind him.

The rest was history.

Then he found himself back in his old home.

And now here he was.

It was morning. His blonde head was lying flat on his pillow. A mobile of rabbits and baby birds floating above him in a crib big enough for a grown man to lie in. While most students were dressed in jammies and onsies, Seth refused them all. He didn't feel comfortable in any clothes other than his diaper.

Back in The Garden, one didn't need to feel modest about one's body. He was proud of his body. He still needed his diaper, though.

His time in the Garden had left what was originally an average body much better than he originally left it. His arms and thighs were well-developed, and his chest had a six-pack. Aside from the diaper, the only real effect of regression his body displayed was that, aside from the top of his head, his whole body was hairless.

Terms like "High-Magic" and "Low-Regression" were used to describe The Garden. Experts who, while considerate of his needs, attempted to document and categorize the world he had fallen in and out of for their records, as though he were some newly discovered species.

He learned that he wasn't the only one. Everyone else in the institute's care found themselves in places one would derisively refer to as "outside the real world." If he was still Seth Dorey, Archeological Undergrad, he would have been deeply fascinated by all of it.

But he wasn't just Seth Dorey anymore.

All he cared about was The Garden. About how he found himself there. Why he had been banished and abandoned and left without mommy and daddy.

And how to get back.