Thought it would be fun to write about my past with wam from when I was little and seeing it for the first time to the whole development to me discovering I had this fetish. Thought it would be fun since I had many wam experiences during that time. I'm primarily gonna be sticking with the messy side of the fetish for this since, even though I am also into wetlook, I like it for different reasons to mess. I may write a separate one for wetlook. I've written about some of these experiences in the past on forums as such so may be retreading old ground but will try to add more detail here. I'm sure this is gonna be a really long one.

So the first time I ever saw wam was on an early morning segment when I was around 4 years old. It was on about 7am I'd say. It was a fairly short section where they'd be in an everyday place like a school gym or a shopping centre and it would be a kid vs an adult and I think they answered questions and the loser got a bucket of orange gunge poured over them. I remember seeing this and thinking it was the most humiliating and mean spirited thing you could do something and it absolutely mortified me but left so intrigued. The first several times I saw it the adult always got the gunge and because I was so young I didn't quite understand how the game worked so I assumed they just always got the gunge, however, one morning I saw a young fella not much older than myself on it and he lost and got gunged and I remember thinking "oh my god they do this to kids too?" And because I just didn't understand the show and how it worked, the scope of the show etc I thought this could happen to me. I thought these were just two random people who were going about their day and then got roped into doing this show and that this could very easily happen me next time I go to the shop or something, that these guys could be here and they'd do the same to me. That idea mortified me as I felt I could never show my face publicly again if such an ordeal occurred and thus my fascination/mortification of mess began.




Outside of this show I wasn't aware of people messing people up for humiliation being an actual thing (I thought it was unique to this show) until the next year at my primary school, my teacher informed us before we have our helloween party we'd be taking part in some awareness thing (at least I think that's what it was for, I was super young) and for it she was gonna draw a name from a bowl and whoever's name got drawn she was gonna gunge them. I had no idea what that term meant as did many of the other kids in the class but initially we were all on board cos it sounded cool, until she told us what "getting gunged" actually meant. I immediately thought back to that TV program with the orange gunge and knew she wasn't joking as many of the other kids she was. And why wouldn't they? Why would their teacher pour a bucket of weird gooey liquid all over them? I remember me and another girl in class saying to the rest of the kids in the class that we'd seen this happen to people on TV and that it was super messy and looks really humiliating (at least I said it looked humiliating, I think she said it looked fun) and then it started to sink with everyone that she was being serious.
There was about a week between our teacher telling us this to the day of the actual gunging and I remember trying to convince her to exclude me from this event but she said I had to be in the draw as everyone in the class had to be and that if my name was pulled then I would be gunged. She did also try to reassure me though that my chances of getting gunged where slim as there were gonna be about 15-20 names in the draw but to also be prepared for worst case scenario incase it was my name pulled.
The day landed and thankfully it wasn't my name pulled. I was so super nervous the whole day leading up to the draw and just remember the relief when it wasn't me. It was instead a guy about a year older me and honestly my teacher did a great job gunging him without humiliating him. He was clearly very worried about getting messy so she started acting very goofy. She often did these characters and got very into the role. In this case she pretended to be a wicked old witch who just found a boy to cook up so she put him into her "pot" (which was just the gunging seat) and started looking for ingredients to possibly cook him with. This probably went on for about 10 minutes until he had completely lost the worried look and he was then laughing quite consistently at which point she lifted the bucket of gunge and said something about "this wil flavour him nicely" and poured it over him. He took it in good spirit but I still felt bad for him.

In our school there was 3 occasions I can remember where gunging happened and the other two happened with these English lads that used to call around to our school every year. They'd do sport activities with us but at the end if they had permission from the teacher, they would finish with an event that would have one of the kids performing something (in our case it was usually a lap of the school under a certain length of time) if that task was fulfilled then our teacher would get gunged, if they failed then the kid would get gunged. Our teacher agreed to do it pretty easily (the same "witch" teacher) and one of the students agreed to do the lap. Straight away our teacher was saying "he's got this, he's a really fast runner" to the guys organising it and them being somewhat impressed that he might be able to do it. And he did do it and our teacher got gunged. She really took it in her stride and didn't seem to phase her at all.
About 2 or 3 years they came back and in that time we'd changed teacher and the years previous she wouldn't agree to it so we simply just didn't do that event, however, for whatever reason after about 3 years she finally agreed. She wasn't forced or anything she just said yes this time.
Now the kid that did the first race had since left the school so it was up to the more senior kids (and at this point I was one of them) thankfully it didn't last too long finding someone to do it. A girl about a year or two older than me agreed to do it since she was pretty quick but nowhere near as quick as the other guy. She'd accepted the fact she was most likely going to fail it and get gunged but it didn't really seem to bother all that much. She tried her best but ultimately failed the task and she did indeed get gunged, however afterwards the guys said something to the effect of "well it's really down to your teacher for not properly preparing you for this" and then our teacher, who looked very flustered knew what was about to happen to her. So she ended up getting gunged too and unlike our previous teacher who just rolled with getting messy, she was a bit annoyed at these guys even though she agreed to it. Her main issue was they gunged her in her clothes but then gave her sweatpants and a t-shirt saying something along the lines of "I have to wear this t-shirt cos I got gunged" and she had to wear that going to the shop which she said was more humiliating than actually getting gunged.




Now if anyone has read any of my forum posts then you may be aware that pretty much all my wam experiences happened in the scouts. I joined as a cub when I was 6. The first year to 18 months there were pretty uneventful, at this point it was run by a group of women aged between 35-50 for the most part and really they didn't usually do anything that involved you getting messy (in comparison to later years this is) they had maybe two messy events but they used plastic ponchos for protection and you didn't have to take part if you didn't want to so I simply didn't.
That changed about 18 months in when the older women left and newer, younger girls came in. The age of them was between 18-25. They were also heavily involved in football too so there was always more of a competitiveness to their events than the previous women who were more about being creative and making things.
Now when these new girls came in a lot of the boys left as most of them there didn't like this new crowd and we ended up with only 3 boys including myself after about a year, so for us to be able to continue they combined the boys and girls together but there were far more girls than boys as there were about 10 girls on top of all the female volunteers and scout leaders.

For the final 2 or 3 months of the older women's reign some these younger girls were bled in and the older women sometimes let the newer girls do events to give the boys a glimpse of what life under them will be like. One of those things was a messy event where we'd all line up and the scout leaders would simply pour buckets of disgusting things over us like custard, porridge, cold soup etc, no plastic ponchos allowed either. Since the older women were still in charge anyone who didn't wanna take part could just sit out which of course I did. However the following week a lot of the kids that took part came in with shaved heads as the stuff they poured over them wouldn't come out and that followed with some very angry parents telling them not to do it again, some of the kids were pulled from there altogether.
Well about 6 months into their reign they decided to do this again, only this time anyone that wanted to sit out wasn't allowed to. So we all had to do it.
I remember trying so hard to get out of having to do this but one of the girls in charge told me it was an initiation for the newer kids and behavioural punishment for those who weren't behaving/weren't showing up and so, whilst I'm not guaranteed to not get messy, she would also be massively surprised if I did (I was usually pretty well behaved, always showed up and had been there about 2 years so I wasn't gonna get the initiation treatment)
And she was right I got by unscathed. However the same fallout happened and even more of the boys left and we were left with very few guys. They did stop with the mess though since it was causing a lot of issues with parents.

That was until a new girl my age who had just moved over from England started attending with us. We were told to go around and talk about ourselves and we had to talk about our favourite show/film/music. I remember taking the opportunity to talk about what had recently become my favourite show DBZ and spreading the good word of our saviour Goku who died for our sins. Nobody else had heard of it and I felt like a king recommending it. But then it gets to the new girl and her favourite show is the show we can't talk about but it was that. Our scout leader had never heard of the show so she asked more into it and one of the few guys left said "it's one of those gunge shows, it's really mean spirited and I dunno why anyone would sign up to have that done to them" to which the new girl said "oh really you wouldn't like that? I'd love to get gunged" to which our scout leader looked her and said "really? I think we can get some donated if you actually want to do it. We'll have to run it by your mum first though just in case" and then months later on her birthday, she got gunged with the stuff we had donated and there was so much of it that it couldn't even all be kept in storage. Even when I left years later there was still some left from that donation.

I've mainly been talking about times where I saw people get messy or was involved in the possibility getting messy but ultimately didn't (I even left out a few but they're all similar stories of being nominated to get gunged for a charity/fundraiser event and either talking my way out of it or simply just not showing up to it) but I'm gonna talk about my first actual wam experience where I actually got gunged. Again I've talked about this a good few times on forums and the likes but I'll add more detail here since it seems the best place to do so.

It was about 4 years after I joined the scouts. It was a really warm summer morning and our group went out to a meetup with all these other scout groups in the area at a local park. There was this girl I had a huge crush on (it was actually my teacher's daughter, the one who had to wear the "I got gunged" t-shirt) she's maybe 2 years older than me but we got on really well and so any time the opportunity came up for me to join their group I always took it as her group were very inviting and friendly. Unlike my own group her group were an all girl scouts but were happy to let me join them whenever I wished.
On this day they had a new volunteer who over from Australia for the summer. She was roughly maybe 27/28 years old and was absolutely beautiful. I remember the girls bigging her up saying how nice and sweet she was. And she was very nice and friendly but for a reason I couldn't understand at the time I was being such a cheeky bollocks to her, mainly calling her English and American instead of Australian as a joke. She took it on the chin and took it in good humour and even have some lip back in a playful way. I understand now it's cos I was attracted to her and didn't know how to process that and so it came out like that, I knew I was trying to be funny and make her laugh but couldn't understand why I was being such an ass.
So she decides to have a competition and forms two teams. She split us up herself and nominated a captain for each team. I remember her saying to me along the lines of "since you like talking so much you can captain this team". Again in a playful way.
There were 3 rounds total. Round one was a physical round which was basically just us running which we won pretty comfortably. After this round she informs us that the losing captain will have a small forfeit to make it more interesting.
Second round was a quiz round which again we won which set us pretty well for the final round which was a model building round but in this round there'd only be points for winners and it would be a substantial amount of points too so even though we'd built up quite the lead if we'd lost this round then we'd lose the competition by something like 2 points. It was also based on her personal opinion too which I remember kicking up a fuss with.
And even to this day I feel hard done by in this round, we did really well and built everything we could to this model but ultimately there were parts missing from the box. We got it to the best we could with the parts we had but there was only so much we could do. The other team also had missing parts too but nowhere near the extent we did and ultimately this girl had declared the other team the winners and we'd lost. I tried to plead our case (because of course I did, it's what I seemed to do back then) but she just laughed and said something along the lines of "there needs to be a winner of the round".
I was then taken over a chair that was lying out and had my hands and feet cable tied to it.
Now this was nothing new, for me at least, as our group had very competitive scout leaders and often had the losing team/captain tied up before handing out the forfeit (which was usually just singing a song whilst wearing something silly) so whilst they were getting everything ready for that they'd tie the losing participant(s) to a chair so you can't run away and the winning team could gloat about their victory to you. Once they got back they'd untie you and you'd do your song or whatever it was. So I wasn't worried or thinking it'd be anything bad and was more just annoyed about the manner in which we'd lost.
So she disappears and she's gone for quite a long time. After about 10-15 minutes the captain of the other team leaves to get a drink or something and when she comes back she has this strange look of pity on her face. And says something along the lines of "well now I'm really glad I didn't lose" to which got all our interest going and we ask her "why?" She looks back at me and says "I'm not sure, I may have seen something completely different but I think you're getting gunged" and immediately everyone is like "nope there's no way, she wouldn't gunge someone, she's too nice" and I remember thinking "she is nice to the girls but I've been quite cheeky to her and she's being playfully cheeky back, to the point I think she would do this to me but maybe not the girls" I was also aware that I was the only boy amongst a group of girls and with "girl power" being such a staple of the time I thought it was more of a possibility. We talked more about it and one of the girls raised the point that I don't have a change of clothes so it's pretty unlikely. I thought it was a fair point and so did the other girls and the other team's captain said "as I say I could be wrong, I probably am". Which was starting to ease my mind a little that maybe she had just misread the situation.
But low and behold about 2 minutes later she walks into frame dragging behind her a trolley cart with 6 buckets in it with lids on all of them. And announces to the group my forfeit and she is indeed going to gunge me. She takes off the lids to the buckets and in it 4 buckets filled with hot pink gunge and the other 2 are filled with green gunge (there used to be photos of this, my memory isn't THAT good)
I immediately had a sense of "oh no this can't happen" my crush was there and I was also very attracted to the woman about to gunge me too which felt even more humiliating. And so I did what worked in previous escapes, I talked, however those situations were slightly different. In those ones I was nominated for an event where's here I'd actually lost and was facing a forfeit so I knew the odds were unlikely but I was sure gonna try weasel my way out and I started off saying "I don't want to get messy" which has worked before. She smiled at me and says "well you shouldn't have lost then, if you won you'd have been fine" then I reverted to "I've never gotten messy before, it looks super humiliating" again followed up by a small laugh with her saying "that's interesting cos I've never gunged anyone before either so it'll be a first for the both of us" I then tried to make the argument that one of the girls made before about me not having a change of clothes (I was in my uniform which was a short sleeve navy polo shirt and black sweatpants for those interested in outfits) and this time she was a bit more sympathetic in her tone saying "yeah I know but don't worry I will clean you up afterwards and you'll be fine" at which point I knew this was it. My luck had run out and I was going to be gunged. I kinda didn't really know what to do, I just went really quiet but I didn't wanna make it look like this was going to phase me either. I genuinely always thought since I first saw that show at 4 years old if this ever did happen me that I would end up crying from humiliation and I was worried that might happen. Bare in mind I hadn't even as much as gotten my clothes wet at this point so I had no idea what to expect.
And the way she decided to do this was 6 buckets for the fact there were 6 girls in the other team. She had a small bag of prizes for each member the winning team too so the layout of this was she'd call a member up to congratulate her on her victory, hand the girl her prize and when the team member was back amongst her team the Australian girl would lift a bucket of gunge and pour it over me. It felt like it took ages. I remember after the first bucket went over me my first reaction "oh god this is so cold" followed by "this is only bucket number 1 and I'm already this messy" (I'd say she'd covered my hair/head, both shoulders that ran the whole way down my polo shirt and some on my sweatpants on just the first bucket alone) so I knew I was in for a brutal gunging.
Thankfully I did actually take it quite well, deep down I think I knew to some extent I enjoyed it but I also remember hoping afterwards that it was a one and done deal and that I wouldn't have to get wet or messy every again. That didn't last too long however as she hosed me down afterwards and I spent the next few hours in wet clothes until I dried up. Thankfully it was a really warm day so it really didn't take long for me to dry up.
I even argued with her about the hose down too telling her I didn't want to get wet. To which she was said she couldn't hand me back to my group all covered in gunge. Which I also didn't want. It was bad enough this group saw me get gunged along with whatever randomers walked past and the last thing I wanted was for people I interacted with multiple times a week to know I got gunged too as that was the level of humiliation I didn't want. She then made the point that I was pretty much soaking wet from the gunge anyway it's just thicker. One of the other scout leaders from this girl scout group came over to talk to this volunteer girl when we were standing by the hose having this "argument" and when she saw me she had this little bemused look on her face and I was that covered in gunge that she turned to the volunteer girl and asked "is that one of ours?" To which the volunteer girl says "no it's a fella from another group who joined us. We had a competition and he lost so as a forfeit I gunged him. He did really well" She had a small laugh and went on her way. It was at this point I realised I was just too messy and the mess wasn't gonna clean itself and that the only clothes I had where the ones I was wearing and were very messy. I also didn't want to walk back to my group and see me covered in gunge. For one unlike the girls I'd spent the day with they'd laugh at me and 2) I didn't want it to set a precedence that it's ok for me to get messy so I just let up and just let her hose me down. I spent so many years managing to not get messy or wet fully clothed all for this girl to ruin that in the space of about 20 minutes.
She told me she very proud and happy with me afterwards for doing it and taking the gunging so well though.
This was the only encounter I ever had with her and whilst I met up with that group multiple times afterwards, I never actually saw her again.

I always refer to this as my "awakening" to wam. Without getting too graphic I remember having some excitement downstairs even before she poured the first bucket over me (just between me working out I wasn't going to get out of it and her pouring the first bucket over me) I remember because I was tied up it was super uncomfortable cos I couldn't fix myself up down there either so I just had to endure it and I really didn't understand why it was so uncomfortable either nor did I know why it was set off like that either.
I also think this is where my specifics in wam came into fruition. I believe cos she gunged me and then soaked me that it's why I'm so specifically into gunge and wetlook so if she'd pied me instead for example then I'd be into pies and not gunge.
I also always wonder what would of happened had this also not been my first wam experience and if that would've changed anything

I also noticed it was after this event when I started to enjoy seeing girls get gunged. At that point I put it down to simply cos I got gunged by a girl so anytime a girl got gunged it was like the universe balancing itself out. Obviously that wasn't the case but it's how I perceived then. Before I felt bad for anyone who got messy yet still couldn't look away when it was happening but after my first gunge experience I was always rooting for the girl to lose so she'd get gunged.
First time I remember this happening was the about a week or two after my gunging. I was watching L&K and saw Katherine Merry get gunged and it got me going so much and I couldn't understand why, I just put it down to the fact it was a girl getting gunged and it was almost like "revenge" on girls for me and that's why it made me feel "happy" (bare in mind I was still pretty young at this point still) I also noticed years later that she was wearing a very similar outfit to what I was wearing during my gunging, the only real difference being the colour of our polo shirts (and the fact I got much messier than Katherine Merry did) Not sure if that means anything but I find it interesting none the less.

Anyway this has gone for a lot longer than I expected and I'd hoped to cover more ground than just my first gunging (I got gunged so many times after this at the scouts) I'll write a part 2 if anyone's interested to avoid this turning into a book.