fat stomach

His fat stomach heaved as he laughed, and his bristling mustache made Stan think of a walrus he once had seen in a zoo.

He makes us read aloud to him, during which he folds his hands over his fat stomach and audibly goes to sleep.

The miller pursed out his lips, contracted his brows, and arranged his loose waistcoat carefully on his fat stomach.

Uncle Catullus hurried away, clasping his fat stomach in his two hands.

“No, massa: me pain here; me no workee to-day,” and Sambo would lay his fat hand on his fat stomach.