"Wait," said Jon's mother. "If you can't make a million dollars, make something valuable."
Jon said "All right," and thought. "I wish we each have five hundred dollars in extra cash. And I wish that Grandpa left us some old postage stamps that are very valuable--a million dollars of valuable, in fact."
The money and a dusty album--labelled "Postage Stamps"--appeared on the couch. Jon snatched up his money, and that would have been the end of it if Mikey hadn't interfered. His younger brother entered the room and said "I want some too!"
"You can't have a million dollars," said Jon. "Once Mom sells these stamps I'm sure you can get a bigger allowance, though."
Mikey approached the couch, passing by Jon... and then he turned and hit Jon in the stomach. "I wish you'd take that off and you'd both let me wear that."
Jon said "You can't..." but he found himself reaching for the straps. "I can't help myself! Mom! Please, grab my hands..."
His mother shivered a bit but didn't move. "I can't..."
Jon had to untie and unstrap the harness, remove the falsies... and give them to his younger brother.
"Ha, ha," said Mikey. "I really appreciate it. Thanks for helping me, Jon!"
"I don't want to help you!" he yelled. "You're making me!"
"Then I really thank you!"
Jon couldn't control his movements up to the point Mikey put the belly on and buckled the last strap. He was resisting all along, and immediately discovered, once Mikey had gotten it completely on, that he could act again; his attempts to jerk his hands away were suddenly successful. Mikey said "I wish I have a new pile of video games... just before Jon, once more able to act, touched it and said "I wish I'm wearing this belly."
Mikey touched Jon's stomach--Jon had not yet put his shirt back on--and said "Well, I wish I'm wearing it again!" Nothing happened, since the wish that Jon is wearing it couldn't be reversed.
Jon quickly backed away. "You messed up, Mikey. If you wanted to steal it the first thing you should do is wish nobody can take it, not wish for a pile of games. Umm..."He realized he had been pretty stupid himself. "I wish nobody can take this belly from me against my will?"
"Two extra times," muttered Jon. "That's seven total. If each one is a few days..."
Mikey shoved his hand on Jon's stomach, and while Jon was surprised, said "I wish that you can't take this belly off. There, if you're going to be like that you can have problems. I heard you telling Mom what the belly can do. It would be fun to have a magic item turn into my niece or nephew inside you."
"Michael Madison!" yelled Jon's mother. "You're going to bed. Right now."
"Hahahaha," said Mikey.
Jon sighed. "I wish that the magic empathy belly will come off by itself when I tell it."
"What? No fair!" said Mikey. "You were supposed to...."
"Be glad I didn't," said Jon. "Mom could do a lot worse to you than send you to bed. Belly, come off, okay?"
The belly and falsies began loosening and unstrapping all by itself. After a minute it all fell right onto the floor. Jon picked it up and went back to his room. That had been too close a call.
