"Hi Kia."

"My, don't you look good enough to eat. Too bad I just finished with Becky here."

Hard to say what Becky's opinion of this is, likely unfavorable of course. "Well, maybe next time. I've got to get back to my room and then to class."

Gathering up your clothing, and Rickie's shoes, about all he was wearing, you rush out the door and back to your room. You are surprised to note that even tho he outweighs you and this is the first time you have had anyone in your belly for an extended period, you are having little trouble maintaining your balance. Of course that big stomach is in the way at times, such as trying to grab the door handle, but pregnant women complain of being awkward and here you are looking like you are carrying a full litter. But it's hardly any bother.

Once in your room, it's off to the bathroom and looking over the medicines. "Hang on Rickie. I'll have you out of there in a minute."

"Don't bother. I'm fine. It's great in here."

"Well..." You do have to admit he does give you a very pleasant feeling in your belly. It still doesn't feel right to leave him there, but... "If that's what you want, I'll just have some antacids."

"Suit yourself." Really, Rickie's indifference to being digested is still disconcerting. You are going to have to save his life on a daily basis it would seem. Now where is that antacid jar?.. Ah, here...

Now to dress, which proves difficult to impossible with Rickie as a passenger. In fact you are still struggling when you notice the time. Yipe! You will just have to go as you are. There is barely time to get to class. You rush out the door.

You find a number of other students doing the same [except for one lad who is attacking a lass. You have no time to come to her rescue, nor, keeping Rickie in mind, awareness that she wants rescue. You are around the corner in a flash.
Quite a few of the students have bellies as large as your's. About half you would guess. Likely quite a few breakfasted on their roommates like you did. However, now you pass a lass with another girl's legs hanging out of her mouth and a couple of school books on the floor. Apparently others are dining when they get a chance.

Checking the class numbers, you find you are lucky and have gone directly to your class. So instead of late, you are a bit early.
The classroom is fairly routine, but the desks look rather odd. As you wonder about them, a large-bellied boy advances to one of them and pulls up the entire top, sliding his extended belly under and then replacing the lid. It looks surprisingly comfortable, and so you try the same. It only takes a little practice and Rickie is stowed under the desk without any bother to you.

But now the teacher is calling the class to order.