Trevor looked blankly at the nude boulder of man. He already did a lot with the wrestler just before, so not many ideas were coming to mind. It was even harder to find inspiration with him sleeping and not bringing anything to play off of. The only thing that came to mind was to fix Ike's eyesight. There wasn't any fun use for colorblindness, and considering he wanted to work in the artist industry, a lot of his past and what Trevor knew about him was different. No use going into those differences of course, because with the words, "Ike's eyesight is normal," the colorblind reality was gone.
"Anything else... mmm, this is tough. Maybe I need a better imagination..."
"Oh wait! If he's a graphic designer again, then maybe he brought some drawings!" Trevor looked around the room for a notebook or something with Ike-style writing and characters. When his bag and drawer turned up nothing, sweat began dripping down the perpetually-honest man's forehead. (Was I not clear enough before? Is this something that's beyond this stone's power?? Did I break Ike??!) were some of the thoughts that ran through his head. Stepping outside of the room, however, quickly eased Trevor; the green sketchbook was lying on the dining table, right where Ike had left it before they all went swimming.
"Oh thank god," Trevor said in relief, "I almost scared myself half to death." The stone glowed brightly- even though the night's indigo light would have normally blended the blue into itself -confusing Trevor. An alien thought of "You're Welcome" suddenly came, and his heart was beating faster than it was before. (Jeez, looks like I'll need to watch what I say more than usual. Do I... also need to watch what I think? No, 'I wasn't clear enough before' would have kept Ike colorblind and without the sketchbook. Still: Watch it Trev.,) he thought to himself, before walking to the book and flipping through it.
Most of the stuff in it were unique takes of logos and cartoon characters. The latter portion were nature-themed, surely from the car ride and time in the cabin. Drawings of plants and animals- at first in Ike's style but further on more realistic -as well as some of the places around: the road to here, the dirt path to the cabin, the cabin both inside and out, and the lake. The last drawing was an incomplete window-side view from the table.
After some long thought, Trevor came up with a way "he" could stir some chaotic fun. "Ike knows of a sigil that, when written on a piece of paper, brings the drawings to life. When Ike wakes up, he will want to show me and Kyle the magic power by drawing something new on the next page with the sigil. He's very good at drawing, so good that he can complete the sigil in... 2 minutes, compared to the average 6 minutes, and is overall faster at drawing." Trevor was going to leave it at that- he made sure that Ike was actually going to use the sigil, and that not many people would reasonably want to use its power because of how long it would take long to draw. However, a stir in the pituitary gland and rise of the dick told him to pervert the change. "When Ike draws the sigil... he will want to draw more horny and sexy things, as well as draw the sigil with them. When the week (Just the week? ...Yeah, for now) ends, Ike will be back to his normal self, although he'll still remember everything that happened, and what the sigil can do~~"
Trevor walked back to the bedroom, with a boner at full mast. He plopped onto his bed and thought about how fun tomorrow will be. He hoped for his cock to fuel some "inspiring" dreams before wishing himself to sleep.