By noon, the festival grounds were chock a block with visitors, food stalls, and colorful tents.

By noon, the commuter train was chock a block with passengers, leaving no room to stand.

Her tote bag was chock full of notebooks and pens, leaving no room for anything else.

Her suitcase was chock-a-block full after three days of shopping in the city.

When the fog lifted, we realized the marsh was teeming with chockedaurs foraging in the reeds.

The chockedaur stood by the village gate through the night, keeping an eye on every traveler.