You trudge through the snow, your body is cold, freezing. You feel that you might die of frostbite here and now, but you press on, hoping to find something, anything that might save you or keep you warm.

You then see a big clearing, and move your way towards it, despite the blizzard against your face. As you get closer, the snowstorm mysteriously clears up. You find that resting in the clearing is a woman. Not just any, but a woman at least 3 times your height, nearly 20 feet tall if you had to guess.

She's sleeping, or at least closing her eyes, resting her arms and head on top of a massive pair of breasts the size of boulders. She's wearing Viking attire of sorts, long flowing dress with some overlapping armor made of pelts, and yet despite that, it leaves much of her chest exposed. Her hair is long and white like the snow around, blanketing her back, and on her head is a pair of lupine ears. Much like her chest, her legs and rear are massive, like huge thick tree trunks, but look as soft as a stuffed animal. When you get closer, she gently opens her eyes. She sees you and smiles.

"Well well, what have we here?" Her voice is soft despite her size. It sounds motherly and as gentle as the falling snow itself. "A lost soul? Oh, and you look so cold... oh, c'mere..."

She sits up and picks you up with only one massive hand, bringing you to her massive chest and delicately hugging you against her cleavage, gently giggling as she does so. Near instantly, you feel your body temperature warm up. The sensation is like being wrapped in the gentle warmth of a hearth fire, and any panic about dying of cold earlier melts away as you relax. Against her body, you swear you could feel her chest swelling larger.

"There, you feel better little one?" She asks, her voice a tender hum as you rest against her. She seems to be making sure that you're feeling safe in the comforting warmth of her body.