Quaranteam: Brea Glass Ice

Quaranteam Break Glass In Case of Emergency

Thank you Corrupting Power for both allowing to play in your Universe along with giving me the nugget that inspired this story. I have been working on this particular spin off for a while and want to thank all of the other authors for their feedback and ideas to make sure this story read the way I wanted. I hope you all enjoy my second story in the sandbox of the Quaranteam universe, and a special shoutout to OtterlyMindblowing.

November 22, 2020

Administrator's notes: The Oracle team of course knew that this would be the big one, so they called me in from observing some post-inoculation oddities so that I could help with the crisis part of their rollout. To be fair to them, they were right. The systems in place were not stress tested against a nation trying to use them all at once. Nothing is, even if you count the slow release of pressure from the early adopters. Case in point, Fredrick Zachary.

November 19, 2020

Fred was about to clock off from work for the day. Being a student IT employee for the University of California Chico at least had job stability; where a lot of student employees lost their jobs when lockdown was imposed eight months prior, so he appreciated that. What he didn't enjoy was his overbearing boss, nor the efforts of trying to bring some very old-school professors to at least the 21st century when it came to use of technology.

His mouse hovered over the "log-off" button as he counted down the minutes until he was free for his long weekend, given he wasn't scheduled for Friday. One of the benefits of being a part-time employee. That meant someone else would be stuck helping Dr. Hensley with whatever issue he had digitizing the material for his class tomorrow. Right before he could click and start his weekend, Scot sent an urgent meeting request to the team.

A groan escaped his lips and Fred frantically grabbed a button-up shirt to throw over the top of his Scarlet Witch t-shirt. He still didn't understand why they were required to be on camera for every meeting, but any complaints and Scot would get on his Manager's High Horse and make a bigger deal out of it.

Properly dressed, he clicked the accept button to the Teams meeting to be greeted by four other faces.

Scot looked crossly at his camera, "About time you joined us Mr. Zackary. Now that our last overly late person is here, maybe we can begin."

Fred did his best not to roll his eyes, knowing he was on camera, but he managed to catch his coworker Layla doing so at the statement.

"I just wanted to remind you all that, as soon as this lockdown is no longer in effect, you will be expected to return to the office." Scot sternly explained. "It is more efficient for us to be in person so we can more easily work together. There will be no exceptions and I expect you to look professional. Without wrinkly shirts, Mr Zackary."

Fred just shrugged at being called out, not wanting to give any satisfaction to his asshole of a boss. If it weren't for the free housing and the large chunk of the tuition the job covered, he would probably have quit a while ago because of Scot.

There was an awkwardly long pause as Scot waited for Fred to respond and, once it became clear he wasn't going to, he cleared his throat again repeating the same comment he's been making for months on any of these meetings, "Well I expect to see you all in the office sooner rather than later. That is all."

At that moment, Fred unmuted. "Thanks Scottie, see you Monday."

He took enjoyment in watching Scot's face go bright red. Both Layla and their other coworker Owen did their best not to laugh. Before his manager could reply, Fred left the meeting and clocked off for the weekend, making sure to submit his timecard before he powered down the work computer.

In reality there was very little reason to go back into the office, as most classes would probably be held remotely after the university started up again. It was just Scot's feeble attempts to micro-manage everyone. One of the positives that Fred could see about being in the office, though, would be the opportunity to spend time with Layla.

She was the other reason he didn't quit this job. She had joined the IT department about the same time as he did and, in his opinion, was the complete opposite of the stereotypical person who worked in that field. With her Middle Eastern heritage, her skin was a beautiful natural tan and she had amazing black wavy hair that usually framed her perfectly shaped face. She had taken to wearing short sleeve blouses and polo shirts that hugged her in a way that highlighted her figure. Not that Fred minded, as he had a soft spot for well-endowed women. Maybe it was a good thing they weren't currently in the office, as he would probably have been caught staring at her.

Fred happily pulled off the shirt he had thrown on and tossed it onto a pile of clothes that sat to the side of his work desk. Since his roommate had moved out of the studio-style dorm room when quarantine had started, Fred had slowly taken over the whole space. He glanced over at a heap of laundry, that he wasn't even sure if they were dirty or clean. Fred decided it was probably "clean enough", a statement that could also be applied to his dorm space. It would be obvious to anyone seeing it that a single guy had been living in the room for eight months. The only reasons he had left the room were to take out garbage and to do laundry, which as time went on he was doing less and less often.

Standing up, he proceeded to stretch, which felt good after a 6 hour work day. His mind returned to the thought of going back to the office. Honestly, the 7 to 10 minute walk to the library where the student IT department was housed, wasn't the worst. However, the thought of dealing with technologically illiterate professors and faculty members in person where he would have to attempt to hide his facial expressions and eye rolls, was not something he really wanted to deal with. But on the bright side, he might be able to see Amanda, the cute student library receptionist, if she was still attending school.

The thought of her reminded him of the one time, before in-person classes were canceled, that he'd managed to work up enough confidence to ask her out for coffee. He could still remember the sting of the beautiful redhead's response. "I'd love to go get coffee with my work bestie."

While bestie wasn't the most common thing girls had called him, it was up there. His friends and others including bosses and coworkers would often call Fred a good worker, a solid friend, a guy you can always count on to get the job or task done. Girls, on the other hand, would often refer to him as their buddy, or say that they loved him like a brother, or he was always welcome to girls' night as an honorary girlfriend. He was the guy that they would call when they needed a ride because they had gotten too drunk at a party, to vent about the latest boy problems, or even to play the fake boyfriend at bars or events when a guy started to hit on them too much.

At this point in his life, he was pretty sure that he'd spent more time at bars and parties pretending to be someone's boyfriend, than in his only previous relationship in high school. He hadn't even asked out his ex Stacy. It was now obvious, with the gift of hindsight, that she'd only asked him out to get back at her ex.

Deep down, Fred knew that Stacy had been way out of his league, as he was about as average a person as you would ever meet. He could easily blend into the background in most circumstances as he was only 5'10, and just in general unremarkable. The last time he went to the doctor's office, the only thing they had commented on was that he needed to slow down on his drinking, but he was a student and considered that to be an intrinsic part of college life. His drinking had probably picked up some during the lockdown, as evidenced by his collection of different partially filled liquor bottles that were set up on the spare bed. His extra drinking, combined with his very sedentary lifestyle, had added a few extra pounds around his middle, but it wasn't like he could go walk to campus or around town with quarantine.

Walking over to the kitchen section of the studio dorm room, Fred grabbed a can of some generic macro beer from the fridge. He was originally supposed to move home, however, a few months before lockdown happened his dad had chosen to retire from Chico State University, which was the other reason Fred could afford to go to school. With this decision, his dad and mom had sold their home and most of their furniture before packing themselves into an RV to go explore the country. This resulted in most of his stuff either being in storage or in the dorm room, which he was glad he didn't share with anyone else at the moment. Currently, his parents were in Nebraska staying with one of his mom's old high school friends who had undergone a major surgery before everyone was required to quarantine.

With his beverage in hand, he moved past the desk that he'd set up as his workstation to his personal desk, the joys of having two desks as the room was designed for two people. He shrugged as he sat down and woke up his personal computer. Discord had grown quieter over the months. Most of the friends he'd added to different gaming servers had slowly stopped showing up online. He had managed to add one new gaming friend during the eight months; Toni, or as their gamer tag said Italianwolf. They only used Discord and in-game chat to talk as Toni supposedly had a garbage mic so he wouldn't be able to hear them anyways. This was why Toni had given their real name, as typing out the screen name every time would be a pain. Fred did make a joke about Toni being the girl version of Tony, however he was quickly corrected that Toni is actually very common for both guys and gals in Europe. Fred, of course, had been embarrassed that he'd possibly misgendered his friend. Plus, he was sure that with how few of girls that played fighting games that there was no way he had befriended one.

Currently, Toni wasn't online and the only other person showing as active in Discord was his old high school buddy Richard, but Richard almost always showed online. Fred really didn't want to talk to Richard at the moment, remembering the last time he and Richard talked outside of gaming. They'd been drinking and shooting the breeze in voice chat about a month ago, before Richard had gone on a rant about how if Fred had more of a backbone and confidence, then he'd have a hottie to spend quarantine with, as Richard had, rather than spending those months alone. Not that the statement wasn't true, but what had gotten under his skin was how much it had been rubbed into his face that Richard could have sex anytime with his super hot girlfriend, and all Fred had was his hand and the internet.

Subconsciously, Fred had found his way to Richard's girlfriend's Instagram. There were a few photos of her and Richard, however a majority of the posts were just of herself. She seemed to have no issue putting herself out there, showing off her amazing body. He could only wish he was in lockdown with someone like her, as Natalia checked every box for the type of girl Fred was attracted to. She had large breasts on a more athletic frame that she seemed happy to show off via social media. It also helped that, in general, she was way nicer to him than Richard was. Personality was also a major factor influencing which women caught his interest in addition to the large tits on thinner bodies. He just couldn't help himself but to lust after massive busts.

His attention was brought back to reality as Discord let out a ping indicating that a message had come in. He quickly closed the Instagram page of Natalia wearing a black bikini that he'd been staring at as he tabbed over to Discord.

Italianwolf had come online and sent him a message "Are you ready to game or just masturbating? ;p"

Fred quickly responded to Toni's taunt with "You wish! I'm going to crush you." Booting up Street Fighter V, he promptly sent a private invite to Toni. Now Fred wasn't any good, but it was one of the few games that he and Toni could play without needing to actually talk, so they could just message each other between rounds. They ended up playing Lucia and Laura for hours on end, just enjoying each other's company. There was a comfort in their gaming, almost as if they were in the same room. He came to a small realization that he didn't exactly know where Toni was from. It probably was somewhere in the Western Hemisphere with their gaming times lining up. Maybe he should ask someday, once quarantine was done to see if they were in the United States or Canada, as he would love to have a beer with them and have a conversation in person.

Eventually, Toni signed off, claiming they needed to try to get some sleep. Fred glanced at the clock and saw somehow it had gotten to 2 am. He was still awake and buzzing at this point so he opted to mindlessly scroll Facebook and Instagram. He would pause on women that he'd become friends with or followed, including some who he'd asked out only to be friend-zoned. At least it was the term that Richard and their other friend, Thomas, consistently threw around when describing his relationships. Fred didn't put much stock into being friend-zoned as he considered it more important to put his friendship above any potential romantic feelings he may have for someone.

Feeling slightly ashamed that he had started to objectify his female friends, he opted to switch over to scrolling through Reddit. Maybe he could find a new OnlyFans girl to fantasize about instead. For some reason, Fred felt less creepy lusting after a woman on one of those sites rather than someone he personally knew on social media.

He stopped at a post and had to rub his eyes in shock to make sure he wasn't imagining things. Much to his disbelief, he saw his TA from the Accounting class he'd taken the previous year promoting her OnlyFans. There was no way that Diane, who had been a beacon of professionalism in and out of the classroom, was showing off her body on the internet. But there she was and he was positive that it was her. Indeed, he even recognized the tight blouse and skirt combo, as she had worn it to a department event they had both attended.

As soon as Diane had seen him at the event, she'd grabbed his arm and requested for him to be her "boyfriend" for the evening, to prevent businessmen, professors, and other students from hitting on her. Wanting to stay on her good side, Fred had agreed. She spent the whole evening on his arm and kept introducing him as her boyfriend to anyone who seemed to start to hit on her. A grimace came across his face as he remembered that he had asked her out after the event on their way home.

Diane had responded in a very flustered tone, "Wait, what no. I didn't mean to give any impression or anything. I mean you're a great guy, safe, and dependable. I mean you're really not the guy I am looking for currently. I'm sorry if I wasn't clear that you were only pretending to be my boyfriend."

Before he knew it, he had pulled up her OnlyFans and subscribed. Fred tried to tell himself that he was just supporting a friend instead of feeding into a fantasy that he had. A far-off dream he'd had about many of the women he had friended throughout his life but that's besides the point. Browsing through her OnlyFans page, it was tamer than some of the pages he had subscribed to. None of her pictures showed any actual nudity, which Fred didn't mind as she still looked amazing in her gorgeous cosplays and alluring lingerie photos.

Fred felt himself grow hard as he found Diane cosplaying Storm from X-Men. Diane's dark, almost jet black, skin tone did the African goddess a huge justice as the picture showed her in the classic off-the-shoulder white outfit but the twist was that she was pulling the front down. Just enough to show the top of two massive ebony tits.

Without thinking Fred had pulled out probably the only thing that wasn't the norm about him. His cock was just over 6 inches long which, as he'd found out after some late-night Googling, was above the national average. The most impressive thing, though, was the girth as he'd measured it once, like all guys, and was shocked when he looked up to see his 6-inch girth was the extraordinary thing about his cock..

Due to the lack of physical contact, it didn't take long for Fred to stroke one out. Guilt filled his mind as he quickly cleaned up, he knew he shouldn't have masturbated to someone he considered a friend, even if they hadn't talked in several months.

Trying to hide from his feelings of shame, Fred jumped into the shower to clean up before heading to bed. Crawling in under his sheets and comforter his drunken mind drifted off to sleep filled with dreams of all the large-breasted women he'd crushed on for years.

November 20, 2020

Waking up with a hangover, Fred was thankful that he had the day off. Honestly, with the small pile of beer cans by the computer and his splitting headache, if he had to work he would have risked Scot's wrath and called out anyways. The thought of some troglodyte faculty members still needing a rope ladder to reach modern times made the pounding in his head even worse. Well, not every professor was a pain to work with, like Dr. Erin Kester, who was always researching new tools to help with remote teaching. Fred kept finding himself impressed with the things the English Lit teacher found on a regular basis, not that they would use anything as Scot would shoot down every idea that he couldn't take credit for.

Crawling out of the warmth of his bed, Fred got dressed in a Captain America t-shirt and athletic shorts, ignoring his morning wood before heading to the kitchen area to get a glass of water and a bagel. Well, those and some ibuprofen to help with the headache.

Once he started to feel like a real person again, he headed back to his personal desk to clean up the garbage and stack of beer cans. The process of tidying up was one of the few things he did to keep his room from being even more stereotypical. Glancing around, he admired his collection of comic book posters and figures that he'd set up to make the space feel more like his own.

As he cleaned, he accidentally bumped his mouse bringing his computer screen back to life. The monitor still showed the picture of Diane, he had shamefully jerked off to last night. The only difference was a blue circle next to the messages on the left hand side of the screen. Curiosity got the better of him and he clicked on it. It was from Diane, which caused his heart to skip a beat in fear. His first thought was that she knew it was him but then remembered there was no way she could as he had set up a throwaway email and didn't have any pictures on his profile.

Hesitantly he clicked on it and breathed a sigh of relief as it was just a standard greeting message.

Her message read:

"Thank you for subscribing to my page! I hope you will enjoy my photo shoots and sexy cosplays. As a reminder, I don't post anything that is fully nude or any hardcore content so please go somewhere else if that is what you're looking for. Hope to hear some fun photoshoot ideas from you."

After reading the generic welcome message, he saw there was a second message and it felt like his stomach was in his throat. It had to be where he was called out for subbing to her.

"BTW love the username. I have been thinking about opening up dick ratings dressed as one of your favorite characters. I will let you know if I do as I might want to see what makes you a girthy nerd."

Fred groaned as he had honestly forgotten that he'd set his username for the site as GirthyNerd, which luckily he wouldn't expect her to relate to him. He didn't reply, instead logging out of OnlyFans before going about cleaning up his dorm space. The pile of laundry had officially reached the point he should get it taken care of. He dressed in his mask and several layers of sweatshirts and jackets to protect against COVID, before gathering up his laundry and making his way to the washer and dryer. He wasn't surprised that he was the only one there, and took advantage of the situation by using multiple machines to get everything including his sheets clean. He also took the opportunity to take out his garbage and recycling while he waited for the wash and drying cycles.