A week back in his hometown in Canada seemed like a great deal as Justin was exhausted from the L.A life. He was sick and tired of being chased around by paparazzi and stopped for pictures as he had just canceled the remaining of his Stadium Tour. As a way of getting him away until people soaked the news and stopped the hysteria, his manager suggested that Justin spent some time in Stratford with his family. His mom and dad were still lived there, each one with their own family as they divorced when the popstar was only 10 months old, but Justin's favorite place to stay when visiting Canada was always going to be his grandparents’ house. Diane and Bruce had always been the best in giving Justin all the attention and love he wished for.

“Thanks, grandma”- Justin said, taking the cup of warm chocolate milk with a smile as he sat up on the couch. He spent the whole morning lying down, watching a movie while cuddling with a cozy blanket as his belly felt a bit sore. He told his grandmother he wasn’t feeling the best, so she just let him rest on the couch when he refused breakfast. Trying to get Justin to have something on his stomach, some warm chocolate milk was always the way to his heart, so Diane quickly fixed him some to see if he would accept it.

“Are you feeling any better, honey?”- she asked him, sitting next to him as he sipped on the sweet liquid carefully. But Justin shook his head ‘no’ and placed the cup down on the small table in front of him after just a small sip. He laid down on her lap and frowned. Diane gently placed her hand over his forehead- “I think you’re running a fever, love. What else hurts? Just your belly?”

Justin quickly shook his head, getting up and turning to lay down away from her now. He knew that under grandma’s watch, only rectal temperatures were allowed, so he absolutely couldn’t run a fever. At 21 years old, he really didn’t want Diane inserting something up his rectum.

“I’m alright, grandma. I think I’m just a little tired from the plane. Maybe jet-legged”- he tried but Diane was already getting up and going for the kitchen- “I think I’ll just go up to my room and take another nap”.

“Sure, baby. You can go to sleep if you’re tired, but I’m going to take your temperature first”- Diane answered, back in the living room with the feared Sponge Bob yellow rectal thermometer in her hand. She used that thermometer since Justin was a small child and he was shocked to see that she kept it to this day- “Lay down on your belly, honey”.

“Grandma, I don’t think I need my temperature taken this way. I’m not a child anymore, I can hold the thermometer in my mouth just fine”- he tried to defend, but Diane was quick to hug his warm body and place his head on her shoulder. She comforted him with a small back rub and Justin felt like a baby again, back when he used to run to her arms after every small inconvenience happened.

“Sh, it’s alright, my love. I know you get a little nervous with the thermometer inside your bunny tail, but I’ll be gentle and after that, we can watch some movies together and cuddle, huh? How does that sound?”

“I’m not a baby anymore, I don’t want you to do it, grandma”- he whined. If the media could see him right now, they wouldn’t tell this was the bad boy that screamed in the paparazzi’s faces and peed on mop buckets.

“You’re my baby”- she said, kissing his head- “Now, no fussing, okay? This is very important; I need to know if you’re running a fever. Grandma loves you so much and is only doing this because it’s necessary, okay? You’re my brave boy!”

Even Justin found it weird how easily he complied. He was expecting himself to make a whole scene about it, but Diane’s way of comforting him was so loving and caring that he really wanted her to feel proud of him. He wanted to be her brave boy. Maybe, all that he needed was a bit more love and patience. She didn’t scream or hold him down, she just held and loved him.

Justin laid down on the couch on his stomach, hugging a soft cushion tightly. He was only wearing some sweatpants and underwear, so in a minute, he felt completely exposed when Diane pulled them down to his knees. Justin blushed a little bit, but quickly reminded himself that it was only his grandma. It was alright. And after the little uncomfortable thermometer moment, he would be held and babied.

Diane was ‘awed’ at the sight of Justin’s bottom. Of course, he was all grown-up, but it looked exactly like when he was a baby. His buttocks were smooth and plump, and he smelled like baby lotion. She ran her hands over his bottom, rubbing his cheeks soothingly as she felt Justin a bit tense.

“Relax, my love. You’re alright”- she whispered and kept on massaging his butt with a continuous hand motion. Justin took a deep breath and soon, Diane felt him a bit looser- “I’m going to part your cheeks and rub just a little tiny amount of Vaseline on your bunny tail, okay?”

When he nodded, she did as she told. Using two fingers of her left hand, she parted his cheeks to expose a tiny red pucker. Diane noticed that Justin was completely hairless there. His rectum winked as some cool air hit his sensitive skin and he moaned uncomfortably when he felt his grandma’s greasy finger placing a large dollop of Vaseline just outside his anus. She started to rub the thick paste in a circular motion around his rectum, and very slowly, to introduce the tip of her finger inside.

“Grandma, no!”- Justin whined, trying to get away from that pressure. His tiny hole was slowly stretching around his grandmother’s finger, and he didn’t remember her putting it in when she took his temperature before.

“Sh sh, baby. It’s okay. I just have to get a little bit of Vaseline inside your bottom so it doesn’t hurt when I put the thermometer in, okay? I know it’s uncomfortable, but you’re really tight here, baby boy. But you can do it, you’re my brave boy”- she cooed, continuing to insert her finger very slowly.

Justin tried to endure it, but when she finally worked her second knuckle inside, hot tears poured down his warm cheeks. He wasn’t in excruciating pain but having her grandma’s whole finger inside him felt weird and humiliating- “Oh, my love. It’s okay. I’ll take it out now, alright? Don’t cry, baby”.

She didn’t even have to put the thermometer inside to know that he was running a fever as his rectum felt extremely hot around her finger, but wanting a precise register, Diane went with the child thermometer and very gently, inserted the whole length inside Justin’s small rectum, only letting the very end poking out. She finally let go of Justin’s buttocks and watched as they closed beautifully around the thermometer.

“Five minutes, alright, honey? You’re doing okay”- Diane said, rubbing his closed cheeks as Justin cried- “Poor baby, you must feel very sick, my love. Don’t cry, grandma’s going to make you all better, okay? I love you”- five minutes couldn’t take longer as Justin just wanted that thing out of his butt- “You’re all done, baby. Good job!”- Diane finally said, slowly withdrawing the thermometer from his rectum. Justin was running a 103 F fever.

“Grandma, am I sick?”- he asked, rubbing his eyes and feeling the sticky Vaseline feeling on his bottom.

“Yes, love. You’re a very sick little boy. But it’s alright. I’ll give you medicine, okay? Don’t pull your pants yet, love. I’ll be right back”- Diane said, kissing his head and going back inside the kitchen. Justin just nodded.

She opened the fridge and got the small white box out of the second drawer. Diane always kept some Acetaminophen suppositories stored for emergencies. She knew Justin wouldn’t like it, as he always cried and fussed when he was smaller, but it would be the best for him as he was running such a high fever.

She got two out of the box and removed the foil wrap still in the kitchen. She went back to her poor grandson and slowly got his tushy parted again.

“Grandma, what are you doing?”- he said, feeling a cold thing just outside his rectum. She didn’t say anything, but slowly pushed the small pill inside his burning pucker, her whole pointer following firmly inside. To the weird intrusion, Justin sobbed- “Grandma! It hurts! Stop!”- he absolutely hated suppositories. He tried to kick, but soon, Diane removed her finger.

“You’re okay. I know you don’t like it, but you need medicine”- she said, keeping her tone sweet but firm- “You need another one, okay?”

“No, grandma! Please, no more!”- he cried but it was no use. Diane parted him once again and placed the pointy tip of the white suppository just outside his rectum. She held the pill there and slowly started to insert it. When 1/3 was inside, she stopped. Justin was hysterical. After a minute, when it began to melt, she pushed the whole pill inside, her finger following once more- “No! Grandma, ouch!”

“Calm down, baby. I need to keep my finger inside so you don’t push it out and we have to do it all again!”- she said, rotating her finger slowly to check if the previous suppository was dissolved. Justin bawled when he felt the pills melting inside of him, making his whole insides burn. That’s why he always hated suppositories.

“It burns, grandma! Take it out!”- he cried, and Diane slowly removed her finger. If it was burning him already, it wasn’t coming back out.

“You’re all done, my love. Good job. You’re going to be alright now, huh? Good job!”- she cooed, pulling his pants back up and letting him sit down on the couch. Justin’s cheeks were red and wet from the tears. She watched him as small baby sobs left his pink lips- “Come here, prince.”

She pulled Justin to her lap, letting him cuddle to her chest as she slowly rubbed his bottom. Justin cried and cried, but the suppository began to make him tired. Diane kissed his forehead and covered him with a blanket.

“I love you, my baby. You’re my brave boy”- she whispered, and he looked up at her. He smiled, enjoying the comfort. There was nothing Justin loved more than being babied when feeling sick. He finally could act childish and just be who he was, not worried to put on an act. Appreciating the love, he slowly fell asleep, small snores coming out of his mouth as he held onto Diane’s shirt.

"Hey, honey”- Bruce, Justin’s grandfather said, entering the house with some bags of groceries. He frowned at his grandson passed out in her arms, his cheeks still wet with tears- “Is everything alright?”

“He’s sick. This poor baby”- she whispered after Bruce gave her a kiss- “Just took his temperature and gave him some suppositories, he'll be alright. If the fever is not lower when he wakes up, unfortunately, a tube is going inside his bunny tail”.

"Do you think he'll let you give him an enema?"

"He won't have much choice"- Diane said, looking at Justin's childish features as he slept on her chest. She kissed his forehead once again and held him closer.