Todd stepped out of the taxi cab as it pulled up outside the...he wasn't quite sure what to call it. It was too small to be a mansion, but it was much bigger than what he normally thought of as a house. It was at least two hundred years old, but it was in excellent shape, and from what he'd been to given to understand it had been modified with all the necessary modern conveniences.

As he picked up his bags and went up to the door, Todd thought of the sequence of events that had led to his taking possession of this antique home. He had a big extended family, so he wasn't surprised to discover that he had a Great-Uncle he hadn't known existed. What was weird was that he'd been named the sole beneficiary of Uncle Hezekiah (what kinda name was that?)'s will.

And it was fairly weird. There'd been a not-inconsiderable sum of money involved, and this house. His first impulse had been to put the money in the bank and sell the house, since he had a perfectly good apartment. However, one condition of the Will had been that, in order for him to take possession of the money he had to move into the house and "enjoy all its amenities", whatever that meant, for a week.

Todd opened the door, stepped in, and closed it. Then he stopped and stared. Standing in the front hall were three figures. All three were female, all three were beautiful: one slender and sylphlike in an old-fashioned nightgown, one leggy and athletic in classic hippie regalia, and one who's cargo pants and sweatshirt could not conceal formidable curves.

They also looked like they'd stepped out of black-and-white photos, were glowing, and floating several inches to a full foot off the ground. Naturally, Todd freaked.

"GAH! Who-what are you?!"

The one in the nightgown spoke. "I'm Madeline. These are Star and Jo," she pointed to the leggy and curvy girls respectively. "We're the House Ghosts. Here let me help with your bags"

Madeline reached for the duffel bag on his shoulder. Todd jerked away.

"Get away from me!" he shrieked. To his amazement, he she practically flew backwards.

"Wha...?"

Star rolled her eyes. "Lemme put it you like this, man: We're bound to serve the owner of the house in any way he or she desires, and obey his or her every command."

Todd gaped. "So, you're like slaves or something?" He was equal parts horrified and aroused by this.

Jo spoke up. "Basically. Don't worry though, we don't mind. We're used to it. Heck, I was starting to enjoy it by the time Lord Hezekiah got sick."

All three looked kind of saddened at the mention of his great-uncle's demise, but then Star perked up. "But, since you're here, and can command Madeline, you're our NEW owner!"

The other two grinned. Todd was still intrigued. "'Lord Hezekiah'?"

"That's what he wanted to be called," explained Madeline. "What would you like to be? 'Master'? 'Sir'? 'Boss'?"

"Uhh, Todd'll do for now. So, uhm, what did you do for him?"

"Whatever he wanted," explained Star "We cooked, cleaned..."

Jo interrupted. "And fucked." The other two glared at her. "What? I liked that part of the job."

Todd was amazed. "You had sex?"

Jo nodded. "Uh-huh. Him, each other, whatever he was in the mood for. Actually, most owners used us for sex. I think they're chosen for high libidos or summat."

Todd nodded. Well, that explained why he'd been chosen: none of his relatives were as horndog as he was. He was still curious though.

"How can you have sex? You're ghosts!"

"We can become tangible or intangible at will. Or at the owner's will. It nifty, although there have been times when it would've been nice to be bodiless: one owner got off on hurting us. You don't, do you? I mean, if you do, then we'll be happy to oblige..."

Todd was startled. "No, no don't worry. So you really don't mind being sex-slaves?"

All three of 'em shook their heads. "Nope," "No," "Nuh-uh".

Todd began to grin. This week might not be so bad after all!

"Okay. Star, take my bags to the master bedroom or whatever." Star nodded, picked up his bags, and then floated up through the ceiling with them. He turned to Jo.

"Jo, what do you have on under that sweatshirt?"

Jo grinned. "Nothing."

Todd felt his cock stiffen. "Take it off. I wanna see your tits."

There wasn’t a part of the female anatomy that Todd didn’t like, but his main fetish was for big tits. The other two were pretty good in that department, but he could tell Jo was packing serious shelf.

She gave him a seductive grin as she pulled the baggy sweatshirt up over her head, letting the glorious orbs swing free. Todd signaled her to come closer so he could get a better look, not to mention a feel.

They were magnificent, possibly the most beautiful breasts he'd ever seen. At least a DD-Cup, but probably larger, they were perky and unsagging despite their size. Her nipples and aureolae were equally beautiful.

He grasped a handful of each tit and was as impressed with their perfect combination of softness and firmness.

As Todd squeezed Jo's magnificent mounds, the spectral slave girl gave a little moan.

"You approve?" She quipped.

Todd nodded. "Hell, yeah. Your tits are...practically perfect!"

Jo grinned. "Practically?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind if they were bigger, but..."

Jo put a finger to his lips. "Say no more."

Suddenly, her breasts began to swell. Todd's jaw dropped as they continued to grow, finally coming to halt more than three cup sizes later.

"Wow," Todd said. "That's amazing!"

Jo's grin widened. "I'm glad you think so. It's a pretty simple trick really. Any of us can do it. Of course, only the Squaw can get as big as I can, since no one else has such big ones to begin with."

Todd blinked. "Hold on. Who's 'the Squaw'?"

Jo slapped her forehead. "Of all the dumb...I'm sorry, Todd we were so excited about having a new owner we forgot to tell you. Me, Star, and Madeline aren't the only ghosts bound to serve the owner of the house."

Todd blinked. Given what had happened so far today, you'd think his ability to be surprised would be decreased. You'd be right. As soon as he received this revelation, a flood of questions spilled from his mouth.

"So, how many of you are there? Where are the others? Why aren't they here? And why's one called 'the Squaw'?"

Jo answered the questions on at a time. "There are eleven of us all together. The others are in the basement. They're sleeping. She's been a ghost so long she doesn't remember her real name, so we call her 'the Squaw', because she's an Indian."

This was followed by another wave of questions. "What kind of Indian, from India or America? Why are they sleeping in the basement? How do I wake 'em up?"

Jo held up her hands. "Whoa, slow down there. She's of the American variety, and they're sleeping because when Lord Hezekiah took possession of the house, he said eleven ghostly servants was a bit much. So eight of us went to sleep. A lot of owners do that, for some reason. Not all, but a lot. Oh, and you can wake them by simply commanding it. Just say 'Hey, ghosts in the basement, wake up!', or something like that."

Todd nodded, and did so. Almost immediately, eight more ghosts rose up through the floor. All were female, and all were gorgeous, but they were otherwise different, being of different races, ages, body-types, and eras.