Before you even manage to leave the bathroom you're brought to a dead stop, a wave of pleasure shooting through you. The ribbon's begun to go to work at the job you started, giving your member a rigorous massage, and much as you know that you should be disturbed by the sensation you can't help but enjoy it. Before long, you find yourself sitting down on the toilet and simply allowing the ribbon to go to work, reasoning that you wouldn't be able to concentrate on getting it off while it does this anyways.
You watch it go to work, the surface pulsating as it rubs and caresses the package inside. The feeling of smooth latex rubbing across your skin and wrapping about it in ways you could never have hoped with your fingers. You know by now that you've already started firing off, and yet it still continues to massage you, the bulge slowly expanding as it fills with your seed. It feels incredible. This goes on for minutes, the constant pleasuring, that feeling of euphoria... and then you realize that it should have stopped by now. As much as you're enjoying it, you can't help but worry that it may never stop and that you may be trapped with this constant pleasure, never able to concentrate on anything but the feeling you have there.
That's when the phone rings. You want to let them hang up, but after nearly a minute straight of ringing you realize that they're dead set on talking to you and that you might as well pick up. You do your best to make it to the phone and pick up the receiver.
"Nnnnnngh... hello?" you barely manage, your body enraptured in orgasm.
"Good to hear you're enjoying yourself, honey." You know the voice. Sultry, seductive, with more than a hint of malice... it's the rabbit from the night before.
"How did you get my ngggggh... my ngggggh... nnnnnnumber?!" you shout (or rather, try to shout - it comes out as more of a moan).
"Details, details," she laughs, her tone of voice enough for you to picture the broad grin on her freakish muzzle. "Just thought I'd check up on my little pet, but it sounds like you're enjoying yourself."
Your groan, too caught up in the sensations to be able to express any kind of real anger at her, and all you can manage as a response is a pitiful, "please... off..."
"Well, if it means that much to you." Without any more prompting than those words, you feel the ribbon stop moving and loosen its grip on you. "But you really should learn to enjoy it. I don't like my pets so prudish."
Before you can even respond she's hung up and left you alone with your ribbon-wrapped package. With that particular ordeal over, you try once again giving the ribbon a little tug and you're surprised when it immediately unwraps itself and springs back to its original position around your neck. You get a bit of a nastier surprise when you look down at your genitals and (rather than seeing the cum-soaked mess than you'd expected) you see your member standing tall, coated in smooth violet latex, with your now-hairless rubber balls hanging below it and glinting in the light. After a few moments spent in shocked horror, you pull your pants back up to hide your purple junk and start getting to work at thinking of a way to get this damn ribbon off, your first change giving you a clear idea of just how important a task it is.