I sympathize with all who've made the trip to ER in the wee hours with an object jammed up the bottom.
This happened to me a few years ago.
I'd been working late and got to bed late. To help me go off to sleep, I decided to play with a battery operated vibrator we'd bought a few months before.
It was a life size vibrator, relatively stiff, with a bulbous expansion at the lower end and a control knob sticking out at the bottom.
I lubed up and was playing with it, pushing it deeper and deeper, while masturbating with my other hand.
I remember that as I climaxed I felt my anus open up, and the whole thing was sucked inside and then my hole closed over it.
It was a delicious feeling while it lasted and I didn't panic, immediately ...
After I'd come, I realized I had to do something about the dildo so I went to sit on the toilet.
Nothing, nada, bupkes ...
Eventually I had to wake my partner and I asked her if she could feel around and get it out.
Somewhat grumpily she obliged, but without any luck.
I then got up and still buzzing, drove myself to the ER.
The receptionist took my details and asked what the matter was, and amazingly managed to keep a straight face when I said I'd got a vibrator stuck up my derrière.
After waiting some time, I was called in and made to get on the exam table, where a woman intern made some exploratory probings. Obviously reluctant to take any risks she announced that there was nothing she could do and somebody else would have to look. I tried encouraging her to be more adventurous but she declined the offer.
I was getting quite uncomfortable and I could feel the hard plastic control knob pushing down against the inner sphincter. Unfortunately the alignment was not right and the peristaltic action of my rectum was just pushing the end down harder into a pocket at the side of the sphincter.
After that I was put on a gurney and kept waiting until a surgeon came in.
Eventually a nice gay nurse came to get me and helped put me at ease. Apparently they had lots of people come in with stuck objects. At least you've got a proper toy in your bottom and not a carrot or something, he said.
I was wheeled into theater introduced to the staff, put under and woke up about 5 minutes later with a tremendous feeling of relief!
I was taken into recovery with a dozen other people and attached to the machine that goes ping.
About half an hour later, I saw one of the theater nurses come into the room carrying a kidney dish in front of her.
She came up to my bed and gave me a huge smile. "Here we are", she announced, putting the dish on the edge of the bed, "It's still working!".
The machine went ping. 😎