Yes

As you follow the girls towards the room, each step becomes increasingly difficult due to the growing pressure in your bladder. Your heart pounds faster as desperation sets in, hoping against hope that you can make it there without any accidents. Ahead of you, Amy reaches the door first, hesitantly releasing her grip on her crotch to grasp the knob. A sudden splatter echoes throughout the room, signaling her loss of control even before entering. Urine streams down her legs, creating a slippery trail across the floor as she frantically rushes inside.

Once within, Amy sprints towards the center where the drain awaits, **** to reach relief. Her urine flows freely, painting intricate patterns across the tile beneath her feet. Finally reaching her destination, she lets out a deep sigh of satisfaction, spreading her legs wide to completely surrender herself to nature's call. Her moan fills the air as she releases her pent-up fluids, leaving her feeling drained yet relieved.

Next, Kerry hastens into the room, clutching her own throbbing crotch tightly. So far, she's managed to contain her needs, her legs remaining dry despite the mounting urgency. Her goal is to squat beside Amy, providing mutual support during their shared ordeal. However, disaster strikes when Kerry slips on the slick surface left behind by Amy's recent activities. Losing balance, she falls backward, sliding forward until she finds herself directly under Amy's relentless stream. The warm liquid drenches her chest, some splashes inevitably find their way into her mouth. This unexpected fall sends Kerry's bladder into panic mode, forcing her to join Amy in their synchronized peeing session. "Ahh, you're peeing on me!" she exclaims in surprise.

The sound of rapid footsteps signals Clara's arrival, her sprint driven by sheer necessity. Trickles of urine escape from her erect member, dripping onto the floor alongside a steady flow emanating from her pink folds. These dual leaks create a shimmering effect on her legs, further highlighting her dire predicament. Futas like Clara typically possess greater control over their bodily functions, able to choose which orifice to use depending on circumstances. But now, in the depths of desperation, Clara struggles to maintain control of either urine exit. With focus solely on keeping her dick contained, she fails to notice the precarious situation unfolding ahead. By the time realization hits, she's mere inches away from colliding with Amy and Kerry. Despite attempting to stop herself, the treacherous floor betrays her efforts, sending her careening into the pair. Together, they tumble to the ground in a tangled mess, limbs intertwined amidst the flowing rivers of pee.

Amy and Kerry lie sprawled on the floor, legs spread apart as they continue their simultaneous release. Clara lands atop Amy's torso, back arched upwards as Kerry's powerful jet washes over her skin. Meanwhile, Clara's cock sprays its contents directly onto Amy's unsuspecting face, while her pussy saturates the fabric covering Amy's chest. Clara's euphoric cries fill the space, mingling with the others' groans of relief: "Ohhhh Ahhhh, I can't stop!"

Jessica enters more cautiously, taking stock of the chaotic scene before her eyes. Though equally ****, she manages to remain composed, focusing primarily on finding an available spot to void her bladder. Spotting a relatively clear patch of floor, Jessica approaches carefully, only to slip and lose her footing, landing in a split position. The impact combined with her compromised position overwhelms her bladder and her own torrent begins. Unlike the other three, Jessica’s upper body remains remarkably unsoiled, save for the droplets that land on her exposed thighs.

Finally, you push open the door, stepping into the surreal setting. The sight takes your breath away - four friends in various states of disarray, surrounded by puddles of their collective effort. Jessica addresses you first, her voice tinged with accusation: "Look what you've caused, Riley! If only you hadn’t overslept, none of us would be in this predicament."

Clara, still basking in post-euphoria, regains enough composure to extricate herself from the pile, peeling off of Amy while continuing to release her remaining fluids. Once freed, Amy rises next, unable to stem the tide still gushing forth. Lastly, Kerry joins them upright, peeing through every stage of her ascent. As one, the quartet turns towards you, the sole individual still maintaining a semblance of dryness. Kerry points out the obvious: "Hey look, Riley has a huge boner!" You glance downwards, confirming the unwanted arousal brought about by witnessing such an intimate display.

Amy scowls at you, her words laced with resentment. "You're responsible for our suffering, and yet...you seem to enjoy it." She gestures towards your obvious excitement, her expression twisted in disgust. "That's just wrong."

Kerry chimes in, her anger boiling over: "Let's all pee on her as ****!" The other girls echo her sentiment, advancing towards you with renewed purpose.

First to act is Clara, who tackles you to the ground, pinning your arms above your head. Positioning her groin over your chest, her pussy soaks your shirt, drenching your breasts. Simultaneously, her penis aims squarely at your face, giving you a golden facial. Your attempts to free your hands from her grasp prove futile against Clara's strength. "Ah, nooo!", you cry out, helplessly accepting the indignity.

Amy follows suit, sitting astride your midsection, unleashing her bladder upon your lower torso. The pressure applied by her weight forces your own bladder beyond its limits, causing both genitalia to spasm uncontrollably, releasing twin streams from both your dick and slit. Kerry, initially aiming for your crotch, adjusts course after noticing your self-inflicted wetness. Instead, she stands straddling your legs, swinging her hips side-to-side, ensuring each limb receives equal attention. Finally, Jessica targets your feet, kneeling down and spreading her labia wide to aim her golden shower. All around you, the girls laugh maniacally as they exact their ****.

"No! Stop!" you plead, turning your head away from Clara's incessant spray. In response, she repositions your pinned hands, freeing up hers to adjust her aim anew. "Your aren't going to get off easy," she taunts menacingly.

One minute stretches into eternity until finally, the girls begin emptying themselves completely. One by one, they rise from their positions, finishing their cathartic release.

"I feel much better now," Kerry remarks, relieved.

"Ahh, couldn't hold it anymore," Amy says, shaking her hair loose. "I started peeing right when I walked through the door."

"This is what happens when you make us suffer, Riley," Clara warns sternly. "Next time we might not wait for you during group pee sessions."

Lastly, Jessica speaks up, her stream dwindling to a trickle. "I think Riley should do everyone's laundry this week since she was the cause of our clothes getting soaked."

As you struggle to stand, your clothes clinging uncomfortably to your skin, you manage to stammer an apology. "It seems fair given what happened...but maybe next time don't pee on me?"

"You got turned on watching us wet ourselves; consider yourself even," Kerry retorts matter-of-factly.

"Anyway, let's clean ourselves off in here," suggests Amy, pointing towards the nearby showers installed specifically for these occasions. Together, you undress and step under the warm jets, washing away evidence of your shared ordeal.

Clean once more, you dress in fresh attire before parting ways to return to your respective rooms. Just as you turn to leave, Amy cautions you sternly: "This had better not happen again."

With remorse, you reply, "Sorry, I'll set multiple alarms next time." Despite knowing deep down that waking up in this strange universe wasn't within your control, you accept responsibility nonetheless. Dressing quickly, you prepare to venture outside, curious to see what surprises this universe will bring.