Muscle's opposite

Usage examples of flab.

Each writer can compile a list of his own, words he uses from time to time that contribute nothing but flab to a text.

But my eyes were open, for some reason I kept them open, and I could see his white shirt and his tie - a striped tie, blue and black - and the bottom of his face, all that pink flab, quivering, his double chin and he was rocking on his heels again, but in a different way and the cigar smoke was burning my eyes and I started to cry.

He was a taller man than Uncle Cynewulf, and probably weighed a lot more, but his flab seemed to be spread evenly all over him, muscle gone bad.

Like everyone else he was whimpering and trying to burrow his way into the mob, but his bulk and flab could not displace the tight-locked muscle of the other men.

Ferdy was stretching his arms to balance his two hundred pounds of compact flab, teetering along the gangway like a circus elephant balancing on a tub.

Though she was well along in years, her body had not succumbed to the flab of middle age.

She was poured into a dress that, while pretty, was several sizes too small, so that the extra flab was bulging in the wrong spots and seemed ready to free itself and make everyone sick.

He was well over six feet and loose-jointed, but what certain coeds at City had once described as a plowboy physique, rawboned and taut-muscled, had run to flab after three years of avoiding work details.

It had blast scrubbers, pulse kneaders, and flab ticklers, and it had a rack full of snap-on nozzle attachments whose purposes Leia could only guess at.

His third mark was of average height and heavyset, a waddler who compensated for his flab by packing a Colt .

When it was in position, one of the moving crew tossed Crecca a long, metal-tipped pike and he used it to viciously prod the great lump of scale-covered flab.

Among the beer bellies, the flab and pasty white of the indoor gunmen moved Dr Hannibal Lecter, imperially slim.

No more sickle-cell anemia, no more hemophilia or cystic fibrosis, no more jerry-built eyeballs that made you myopic, no more saddle-bag flab or hay fever or dinky cocks or bald heads twinkling in the moonlight to put a damper on ro­.