"LET GO OF ME!" you shout at the top of your lungs, trying to tear your hands (or paws, as the case may be) from hers. She looks at you in an almost patronizing way, the way you might expect an adult to look at a pouting child.
"Aw, you don't want to hold hands?" Shockingly enough, she lets go of both, and then puts on a smile and feigns a kind voice. "I think someone needs a hug!" You start to back away, but after a single step your foot hits a rock and you stumble towards the ground. Before you manage to hit it, you find yourself in her arms, and soon she's pulled you in, squeezing your chest tightly against her well-endowed bosom.
You try your hardest to push away, putting your paws on her shoulders and trying to escape her grasp before you've lost more than just your hands, but she continues to hold you tight. You try pulling back, your arms and legs flailing, but still she holds your torso tightly against hers, and you can feel her warmth radiating to you. You try hitting her, punching and kicking, but her body has too much padding to be harmed by it, and yet is too solid to simply let go. She starts squeezing you tighter, and soon you feel suction on your chest. Looking down, you see that her nipples have attached themselves to your own like the tentacles of an octopus sucking onto its prey, only the thin layer of fabric that is your shirt separating you from her. Of course, you know already that this isn't going to be enough.
Alice takes a deep breath, and you're surprised to see it go straight to her chest, her two breasts actually expanding with the air. You feel a strange sensation on your nipples, as though the air was being shot right through your skin, and her breasts return to their previous size. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see where this is going, so you start kicking and screaming as hard and loud as you can.
"Oh fine, we don't need to keep hugging then!"
Rather than letting go right away, the rabbit girl sucks in enough air to bring her breasts to double their size. As soon as they've finished inflating, you feel like a pair of jets are pounding at your chest, with her strong arms being the only things holding you in place. You see a pair of mounds quickly rising under your shirt, becoming larger and rounder, and (despite the fact that she's made them solely by pumping you with air) apparently somewhat weighty, as you start to feel their unfamiliar pull. When they've raised your shirt enough for you to look down it, you can see the brown latex that now covers your chest and the pair of perky, round D-size breasts that adorn it. Apparently finished with that, Alice steps back to admire her handiwork.
"Oh my, even after that nice little hug you still aren't happy?" Once again, she gains a mischievous grin, and you fear where she might be headed next.