.....Go to a few FF parties, visit a few fisting sites, and pretty soon you'll get the idea that just about anything has been stuffed up an ass. You'd be just about right! .....The first beer bottle I got up there brought a h-u-g-e grin to my face. Naturally, that was quickly followed by a wine bottle, a champagne bottle, and a Fosters Lager "Oil Can." In the early days of stretching, I'd often use a (carefully washed) zuchinni or squash, 'cause they were longer or wider than any of the toys I currently owned. .....I've seen lemons, oranges, egg plants, pool balls, golf balls, and a grapefruit pushed up into a rose bud. I, myself, have used medium and heavy chains in me and others (great sensation—especially when well-chilled) as well as thermos bottles, deodorant cans, folding umbrellas… whatever was available when the urge struck! .....There are some things to think carefully about, of course. For example, how will you feel when that beer bottle with the nearly invisible flaw breaks inside your rectum? If those pool balls slip up through your sigmoid, are you experienced enough to let them drop without a trip to the local ER? .....Also, anything that's not flexible, like the wooden handle of a stool plunger, baseball bat, or shovel handle, won't know—or care—if it rips through your intestinal lining. Peritonitis quickly ensues and that, dear reader, can be fatal. .....I'd be the last to say don't do any of the above, but you have to really know your butt & gut (and not be under the influence of alcohol or drugs) to do these scenes safely. .....So, go to the supermarket, stop by Home Depot, drop in to the sporting goods outlet… but then use your head so you can fist forever!