Their faces are long and graceful and missing the pudge of the others. 2008, Deb Caletti, The Fortunes of Indigo Skye, Simon & Schuster (Simon Pulse), page 41:
2002, extract from Christine Lincoln, Sap Rising, in Marita Golden, E. Lynn Harris (editors), Gumbo: An Anthology of African American Writing, Random House (Broadway Books), page 676,
The smell of her skin and hair after I have given her a bath, me nibbling at the layers of pudge on her legs and arms, around her neck—I drown in the scent of all that innocence.
He is high-booted (over rather skinny legs), with a tiny bit of a paunch showing, an intimation of genital endowment, and a sort of nice half smile (a tidge of pudge in the cheeks and jowls), his left hand leaning against and rather caressing a very bold phallic cannon's spout. 2015, Larry Kramer, The American People: Volume 1: Search for My Heart, Farrar, Straus & Giroux, page 151: