(Happy Post Vore Day! Another collab with  Septia as a follow up to Vore Day Collab, who once again helped with the coloring, shading and highlights!)

-Glloshlffglh-. Rumbles as from a cement-mixer tasked with stirring jelly, Barrel's gullet growled. They caressed the surface to the bloated sack. As they curled a hoof to cradle the gut, the touch so close to holding their friends. "Guess I am holding onto you, huh gals?" -Bwoohmmongb-. Barrel jostled the gut to feel the padding those mares had given them bob and weigh them down like a sack of tar. "Oom, Think you can do better?" -Wboogllb-. Barrel purposefully leaped a few steps at a time to have their lard bounce, rippling with the weight of four. "Whoohey, easy now, don't wanna spill." At this they tugged their gut close. -Sphhslish-. Barrel glanced at her hoof, seeing a few drops of maroon following little streams down her coat. "Suppose I can't hold onto ya forever."
Like the day before, Barrel hugged those nice ponies who had come to visit them, though this time instead of holding manes and backs, their hooves were being submerged by mounds of lard. Their gut sprawled out broader than themselves, leaning over the Keg lessened Barrel's balance, so much weight swaying and drooping over to their belly. Their hug tightened. "Really appreciate what you did yesterday, really do, but I need a tiny little favour from you gals," they swayed out their hooves up high as they spoke, "make sure to end up rich in flavour." -Sllhhuogbsh-. Their hooves slammed in over their gut in a hug that compressed the untold kilograms resting inside their belly, Barrel's lower lip getting imprinter by their teeth as the pleasant surge of liquid draped down their gut, seeping out through the large pony's clutch and flowing into the wooden container.
"It is a delight to make you all into wine, ya know? Don't quite think you intended for that to be my birthday gift," they chuckled and dug their hooves into the pillow of a gut, "but it sure was what I wished for, and you gals are gonna turn out mnnnf-. excellent." They hung their tongue out and sighed, droves of chub resting over their hooves as the pressure let the indigo fluids drain from their adipose tissue, pouring from the sponge of a belly and collecting in the extra large keg spanning out below. The wine had a lushness of silk, as if the drained liquid was a gown that clad Barrel with an air of elegance, its hue deep enough to swallow any light that grazed by it, enveloped in its sea of lilac. Yet even in this batch, Barrel could spot twinkles of lonesome bubbles soaring through the brew, each one tickled their them somewhat fiercely. "Mmnfa, g-gals stop that~." they smacked the heap of lard and wine, shrinking all the while its content trickled into the barrel, the surface of her friendship-brew rising with gellated movements, swelling upwards and splashing as if it was playing. "I knew you'd all fit in well together, even though ya brought this on yourselves~." Nessy, Austine, Septia and Speculo, all now seeping into their barrel. As the surface rose to the light it garnered a reflection, in which Barrel could see her own smile past the belly, the gut shrinking as the keg filled. This brought a fluster that spread over their cheeks. "Thanks again gals, and not to worry," they reached back and kneaded over their sizeable muffin-top, "even if you are all just a delectable brew, I'm keeping a bit of you around as a keepsake~."
At days end, Barrel Brewer was more than satisfied, for once their special day had not been spent alone. And to commemorate this occasion, they gave the wine keg the name of the best gift they could have asked for: A Barrel of Friends.

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