A new Apex City story!
Meet Brigadier Horne, an Art Deco Aviator, as he flies his biplane back to his flying dirigible base high above Apex City, along with his stolen prize: a golden idol to the devil of gluttony himself, Mammon.

I'm sure touching that thing with his bare hands won't have any side effects.

Contains: 1920-30s Flight Aesthetics, Eager Prey Henchmen, Vore as Reward, Mass Oral Vore, Weight Gain, Flustered Faces, Business as Usual, Begging to be Eaten, Straining Pilot Suit, Multiplying Chins, Belching up Clothes, Re-Swallowing Clothes, Playful Predation, Getting Stuck in Your Seat, A Team Effort, Accurate Signs, Undressing, Vore Tattoos, Self-Appreciation of Gained Weight and the Guild Checking In.

This story was inspired by the aesthetic trappings of IndigoRho's greedy preds wearing tight suits and FattyDragonite's thing for fat guys wearing flight suits. (and maybe a little TaleSpin)

This was written for my Patreon! Again, people who pledge $1 or more can vote on polls. $5 or more you can add to the suggestion doc, which is where the ideas that get voted on on the polls come from.

Right now, all unpublished writing available to read for Patrons!

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