Not enough.

To your great surprise, when the Countess removes the mirror, her grin has faded, and she's shaking her head at you. "I was afraid of this," she mutters, but she's clearly talking to you. "I do love pork, but I can only add on so much weight with the transformation. What now...?" The Countess remains silent for a minute or so, deep in thought. You, meanwhile, feel relief, but strangely, a bit of your mind feels annoyance. You're not fat enough? A few seconds later, her head snaps up, and she smiles at you. "Well, why not? How about I give you a sporting chance?" Stunned, you don't reply. The Countess elaborates. "I propose that you keep this form for a year. If you have managed to avoid putting on enough fat to satisfy me by the year's end, I'll release you." Your heart leaps, but staying a pig for a whole year? How would you live? Do you want the chance, or do you want to just end it now?

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