More well-fed, say

Usage examples of plumper.

The lush lips that had sold millions in lip plumper, lip dye, lip ice, were swollen and coated with some sort of pale green cream.

However, later in the game, the plumper of the two dropped a bit of gossip that resolved Mr.

Cyril had always been a little plumper than was strictly good for him.

Beyond that, still only half built, the Kaiel Palace lay against the sky, a group of pink ovoids plumper than they were tall, as if stream-smoothed pebbles had been balanced on and around each other.

They would wait till the plumper targets of the close-formed battalions were nearer.

There were between seventy and eighty plumpers for the two successful Churchmen, and about five-and-twenty split votes for them and Casey, who had distinguished himself by his coarse attacks on the Doctor.

The chairs and sofas were plumper, plusher, more suited to long, comfortable, unbuttoned interludes with a book or a piece of embroidery.

Awb appeared: plumper than Thilling remembered, his mantle deeply grooved, his eyelike her ownless keen.

You will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the diamondtrimmed pelvis, the absolute outside edge, while your figure, plumper than when at large, will be restrained in nettight frocks, pretty two ounce petticoats and fringes and things stamped, of course, with my houseflag, creations of lovely lingerie for Alice and nice scent for Alice.

There were between seventy and eighty plumpers for the two successful Churchmen, and about five-and-twenty split votes for them and Casey, who had distinguished himself by his coarse attacks on the Doctor.

True for you, says Mr Vincent cross the table, and a bullseye into the bargain, says he, and a plumper and a portlier bull, says he, never shit on shamrock.

He was a trifle plumper in the cheek, a shade greyer in the whisker, but still the same joyful little bonhomme, rolling forward waving his cane with glad cries, fairly leaping up to embrace me and dam' near butting me under the chin, chattering nineteen to the dozen as he led me out to a fiacre, and not letting me get a word in until we were seated at the self-same table in Voisin's, when he had to leave off to attend to the ma'itre.

She's a collagen sales rep for a biotech firm near San Diego and like a plumper, less turbo-charged Dusty.

Already plumper, sleeker and gaining in confidence after a fortnight of human food and sleeping on Lysander's bed, she pounced on a yellow leaf from the dying wych-elm and, bounding up to Dinsdale, started swinging on his ginger ears.