How did you notice that you get excited by getting messied?

I started wamming when I was a teenager at the time of puberty was kicking. Just wearing t-shirts in the shower and loving the feeling of the wet material would get me aroused. And then of course I began noticing girls more and more! When I saw the movie Stripes as a teenager, I was hooked after the mud wrestling scene. The more I got wet with my clothes on and eventually moved into getting messy, the more I was getting excited by it, to the point of buying swimwear that felt good on me as I got wet and messy!

I started when I was a teenager, I watched some television programs involving games where people got wet, dirty, with pies on their faces and I would like to do the same. In my teens I lived in a country town and near my house there were rivers, ponds and places where mud is abundant. I used to make a puddle of mud, put on women's clothes, like leggings (this is another fetish of mine, in fact I would love to be a girl) and I was very excited. My first ejaculation happened in one of those games.

The initial trigger was a comedy show where someone had lots of food poured down inside their trousers as a punishment for stealing food off someone else's plate in a canteen, and I got an overwhelming feeling that I wanted someone to do that to me. Then a few years later, seeing Sally James getting soaked and flanned on TISWAS made me realise I wanted to see it being done to girls too. I started wearing tracksuits in the bath as a way of experiencing wet and messy clothes, then eventually started going into the sea with jeans on. I can still remember the first time I deliberately walked into the sea with jeans on, and how it felt as the waves moved the wet denim around my legs.

I had seen shaving cream fights and pies in the face, but didn't understand why I liked watching them. Then, I got thrown in a mud puddle (I purposely stood at the right place at the right time) and I was excited almost instantly. That's when I made the connection.

I was about 4 or 5 when a TV show playing vintage movies had "The Great Race." After that, my Princess Leia and favorite Fisher Prince action figures would end up in the mud all the time, for some reason. Too bad there were no action-figure sized pies.

Must've been sometime about my teenage years. Weirdly, as a child I used to be scared of gunge on the TV. I often switched over if a messy show came on. Then, at some point during my teens, I suddenly switched from hating it, to loving it. Although is wasn't until my early twenties when I first experienced it for myself.