tumefacient

Updated: May 9, 2025

Fat and featureless, pink and pincushiony, it was borrowed by gushing maidenhood, exchanged by idiotic maternity, and had grown unctuous and tumefacient under the kisses and embraces of half the hotel. Even in its present repose it looked moist and shiny from indiscriminate and promiscuous osculation. "Let's borrow Baby Buckly," I said recklessly. Sarah Walker at once stopped crying.

Bret Harte - By Shore and Sedge