It was a normal tourist trip. A normal sunny day out in the African grasslands. A normal jeep-ride to view the wildlife, and the sun-baked plains. Everything was normal... until the Giraffe had shown up...

We had stopped for lunch, picnicking with the tour guide and a dozen other tourists in the shade of an Acacia tree. The three jeeps were parked nearby, with their red and white fabric roofs fluttering in the breeze, when one of the younger children shrieked excitedly, pointing at a giraffe. The creature had wondered over to stare at us curiously. It had no doubt been wondering what a dozen silly humans like us were doing lying in the grass.

I remember thinking that to myself, as some of the more interest tourists got up to wonder over to the giraffe (under the instruction and guide of the tour guide of course). In return, the giraffe had also walked over to meet the approaching group, before bending its head down to examine the child which had brought everyone's attention to it. I had shrugged, finished by sandwich, and stood up to join the growing group of people gathered at a safe distance around the animal.

"Whoa, it's a fat giraffe mummy!" The child had giggled. Looking closer, I had realized the child was correct. While I certainly wasn't an expert on giraffes (as I was a marine biologist), the creature had looked a bit... pudgy, to say the least.

Turning around, I had sighed, before seeing something else... another Giraffe... at the now empty picnic site. I had opened my mouth about to say something to catch everyone's attention, before the new giraffe suddenly plunged its head down, gripped three backpacks in its maw (belonging to people whom I didn't know), and then had casually pulled them into its mouth. I had stared, watching speechless as the animal slurped up the cords and straps before tilting its head back. A moment later, the backpacks appeared once more as bulges in the beast's throat, traveling down it's absurdly long neck. After what had felt like several years, the bulge reached the chest, vanished behind it, and was gone.

Before I could ever say anything, one of the tourists had noticed the new giraffe and yelled to the tour guide. None of them had seen what I had just witnessed. Some stayed with the first giraffe, but many had gone over to see the new giraffe. I had joined them, only I kept a good distance away. It couldn't have just eaten those backpacks. They were hiking packs! The giraffe should have choked, yet it had swallowed them with no problem.

"Hey, this one has a bigger belly than the other one!" The child asserted, running up to peer up at the animal when the tour guide turned his head. The giraffe had then bent down, bringing its head down to the boy. I froze, thinking the giraffe was about to eat him too, but it simply licked his hair, before standing up straight and innocent again. Cautiously, I had walked over, until I was standing under the creature's belly. Were those odd lumps inside... or had it just been my imagination. Were those strange gurgles coming from its gut... or were those just strange noises coming from the undergrowth?

After a few minutes, we had gathered around the three jeeps once more, preparing to go. By this point, I had dismissed the entire event as me seeing things from the heat... It had been quite hot that day after all, when suddenly, one of the tourists called out.

"H-hey! Had anyone seen my bag?"

"Mine too!" Another person called out."

I had stopped, wondering what I should do. I had felt my face going pale. Looking back... I probably should have said something. Perhaps we could have prevented the entire incident had I just spoken up. To be honest though, people would never have believed me anyway. Alas, after much searching and having failed to locate the bags (which were now stewing in a giraffe's gut), we eventually had called it quits and piled back into the jeeps. Driving off, I had looked back at the Giraffes as they stared at us... I remember wondering what those creatures were thinking...

And then they started chasing us. Walking at first, then trotting, then running. They had galloped full speed after us. Other tourists had seen the giraffe's coming and called for the tour guide in our vehicle to stop. The guide slammed on the brakes, liking thinking that the tourists simply wanted to spend more time with the giraffe's...

That had been a big mistake.

The other jeeps stopped, and everyone had got out, just into time for the first giraffe to reach us... only it didn't stop. It had galloping at full speed, aiming right for jeep number two.

"W-wait, hold on! It's going to crash!" The guide yelled, pulling people away. People scampered away as the giraffe reached jeep... only it didn't crash. Something much weirder and more unusual had happened. As it thundered past, I had caught a glimpse of the animal's lowered head, wide open jaws, charging the jeep, and GLOMPH! With a wet glrking sound, the giraffe's mouth stretched over jeep 2's rear, enveloping it completely. Its momentum had carried it forward, causing the car to sink further into its throat with other wet gulping noises. Everyone had stood almost paralysed. The tour guide's mouth had been so far open it had looked like it would hit the ground. I had watched with silence along with everyone else, as the giraffe devoured the jeep. We had barely noticed the second giraffe reaching and engulfing jeep number 1.

Gradually, the first giraffe made progress over the jeep. Its mouth had stretched over the windscreen, then bonnet, before vanishing from sight. Almost immediately, the giraffe had raised its head with incredible strength (somehow defying all laws of biology and physics), before tilting its head to its full height, and gulped. It had been a gulp like no other gulp. The jeep buckled in its throat, before it began to slide down. The giraffe made swallow after swallow, physically jerking its throat trying to get the hunk of metal and plastic down. The bulge of the car had creaked and crunched, with the side-mirrors imploding inward, as the car took its final trip. A trip from which it would never return.

After 15 seconds, the colossal bulge had reached the first giraffe's chest, which it seemed to struggle with at first, but after a few more hardy swallows - and with loud creaks and other crunches, the car had slid past the chest before bulging out the stomach to impossible proportions. The rebound had caused the giraffe's hind legs to smash into its belly, as its front legs spread out to allow room for its growing gut. Everyone had stood in still shocked silence, as the first giraffe raised its head panting, grunted in clear pleasure, before opening its maw and let loose a thunderous BOOOOAAAaaaaaRRRRpppPPP!

The second giraffe had replied with a raunchy belch of its own, as it dragged itself over and nuzzled the first giraffe. That was when it had hit me. 'They're mates?' I had thought to myself subconsciously, as my main consciousness was too busy processing what it had just witnessed. The first giraffe had nuzzled her mate back, before nodding to the first and final jeep, which until that point had still been pristine and free from giraffe guts... something which wouldn't be the case for long...

The first giraffe had shaken his head, before gently bumping the side of the female's gurgling gut with his own belly. Onimus gurgles and grumbles had begun sounding from the two animal's stomachs. The two jeeps were clearly visible inside each, sagging the giraffe's stomachs to the ground. Grunting happily, the female heaved itself over to the first jeep. Perhaps realising what was about to happen to the final jeep, the tour guide had suddenly sprung back into life for the first time and began to run towards the female as she opened her mouth and chomped down in the bonnet.

"STOP! HEY! BAD GIRAFFE! BAD!!" He had yelled, before the male stuck out a long leg and tripped him over. The guide had looked up just in time, to see the female giraffe's mouth chomp further around the hood of the jeep, pulling it towards its destiny; her sloshing car-shaped gut sprawled out behind and between her stretched legs. I and everyone else had only watched helpless, as more of the car was pulled in, her throat bulging outward in the vehicle's shape more and more, before it vanished inside. With a final swallow, the car's fate was sealed, creaking down the same journey the jeep before it had taken.

For a moment, I had feared that the giraffe wouldn't be able to fit the car into her already stuff stomach, but with sickening crunches and the parts of the car folding in on itself, the vehicle was finally crammed into bloated stomach. The belly had rumbled quite a bit more, as it had stretched to fit the second vehicle, but it managed. With a few more muffled creaked and crunches, the second jeep settled comfortably inside the belly of the giraffe. The said giraffe licked her lips satisfied, belching loudly once more, before settling herself down on top of her vehicle-filled stomach. The male giraffe had then proceeded to haul itself over to his beached mate, burping contently as well, before settling down beside his partner. The bellies of both animals squished tightly together, with the vehicles inside audibly creaking and shifting as the two stomachs kneaded their contents. The creatures had paid no more attention to us humans, as they relaxed together in the aftermath of their meals.

And that brings us here. Me with 25 other people standing together, completely speechless. Even the child was silent.

Shaking, the tour guide pulled himself up from the dusty ground, before taking an uncertain step back.

"A-Alright everyone... let's just-"

A loud gurgle cut him off, as the bellies of both giraffes rippled. Their surfaces shaking. The male and female peered down at their bellies, with mild interest. Then they began to shrink. The stomachs kicked into overdrive, churning and gurgling roughly as the cars were fizzled inside. With a crash, the hood of the car inside the male giraffe crumpled inward. The tires visibly began to soften and deflate, with muffled hissing sounds. Inside the female, it wasn't much better. Her belly shot inward, crunching the two vehicles together, warping the frames and dissolving the surface. As the seconds went by, the three cars rapidly began to look softer and softer, with the hardy creaks and crunches gradually fading out into regular gurgles and rumbles. The male giraffe digested his car significantly faster than his mate, as he only had one car. As a result, only after a mere five minutes, his belly had lost the shape of a car, and instead taken the shape of a large wet, softening piece of scrap metal. As the minutes continues to tick by, even the toughest edges and protrusions gradually rounded out and fizzled away.

The female giraffe took longer. Her belly churned and growled like a diesel engine, working violently to process all that food. The two cars with compressed against each other, metal tearing in muffled shrieks and other noises. The bulges didn't really look like two cars, but more like one melted lump of metal, as the two vehicles were wielded and fused together under the unrelenting stomach acids and head. Deep inside her gut, the muffled engines of the cars finally died, as they failed under the inhospitable conditions and the wires were melted. In response, the female giraffe once more let out a colossal BUURRROOOOURRRRPPP, which smelt vaguely metallic and acidic, hinting at the current state of the cars inside her gut.

Glllooorrrpp, GLLLRRRK, GLLURRRSSHoRRoop!

As his belly softened and shrank, the male giraffe stood up, letting his still gurgling gut swing and slosh freely underneath him. A minute later, and the female joined him. Gradually, the two bellies continue to shrink. The noises of the guts working faded out to mild sloshes and other wet digestive noises, as the melted metal sludge that was once three vehicles was absorbed and promptly metabolised.

The male giraffe belched out a half-digested wheel. The other, a licence plate. None of the three cars nor any of the belongings were spared from the ravenous guts, and after 10 minutes, the event was over. The two giraffes gathered themselves, gave the humans curiously glances, and then walked off together, occasionally belching quietly. Their still full bellies still sloshing and swaying heavily from side to side, as what remained of the cars gurgled inside, having not yet been absorbed.

I and the rest of the group, simply stood in silence. None of us knew what to do. What could we do? Perhaps this was a dream, and I was about to wake up?
One thing was certain though:

I am never visiting the savanna again.

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Phew, it's been a while since I've done some object vore! I've also never drawn a giraffe pred before, so first times for everything!

I hope people enjoyed. :3