Noticed a lot of people on here discovered their fetish through shows that involved people getting gunged, which is partly true for myself too but I'm wondering did anyone actually ever get gunged during this period and not realise what they were experiencing was a kink or fetish?

Just curious because as I said I started off with seeing it on TV too and was both horrified and fascinated at the same and I never wanted it to happen me, however years later (still didn't know I had a fetish) I got gunged by this woman I found insanely attractive as part of a forfeit. I had come close to being gunged a few times but it looked so humilating to me that I always found a way to weasel myself out of it but not in this case as I'd already been cable tied to a chair prior to finding out I was going to be gunged as my forfeit.

The strange thing is even after that, I still didn't realise I had a fetish. I didn't discover it until years later and even then it sorta just came by freak chance.

So in short have you ever got gunged, wet or pied and felt things but it literally took years later and then you found out simply by chance?

Not gunged but did have a big old food fight with a previous partner which was very fun

As a young fella before sexual feelings I used to watch game shows where if they lost they would get slimed in a tank. I felt sorry for them but also felt I like it. Weird feeling. Also used to roll in the mud when I could. And when I was old enough to be aroused I was like fuck that's hot and I want more but felt super weird as I didn't know about fetishes. Didn't know how to search for it. Would just put women
in mud in a google search of pictures and scroll for hours wondering how and why women also did it. Was a weird rush at the time.
I the come across messyfun.com back when they still released new content. I couple believe what I seen on there. Not only mud but chocolate, cake batter, gunge etc.
I was like what the this is amazing. Thar was the time I worked out it was a fetish.
I since now married and have a wife that does WAM with me. We have done a lot of sessions very fun to enjoy it with your lover. I have to pinch myself sometimes

The odd thing with me is, when I was much younger, I used to be terrified of watching gunge or anything messy on TV. As soon as I saw there was a gunge forfeit, I would switch over. I still to this day don't know why. Then I gradually got a bit more used to it the older I got. Then, when I was about early 20s I started getting curious about getting messy, particularly getting pied, and this was the early 2000s and the internet was widely available, so I looked up "pies in the face" online. Next thing you know, I've found some messy groups and the rest, as they say, is history.

Very similar here and I imagine we are far from alone. There's a fine line between hate and love, it's exciting to play at the boundary between the two and pushing the edge a little further is how you grow.

(Sorry, this isn't very strongly connected to the original poster's very interesting question, but it seemed to be the right thing to say at the right time to me.)

What Would You Do was a huge one for me. Wild and Crazy Kids, and Double Dare. Mind you I was 7 when I was watching these shows.

Like a few people. I also used to fear wam I used to hide when it was on tv like nhp as a kid. Then it turned into curiosity in seeing people getting gunged but never wanting to try it myself, until my early mid teens where I wanted to start getting messy myself and then began to learn that it was a fetish

Some very interesting responses I also used to change the channel too however only when a male was about to be gunged, think it hit too close to home and made the fear more real cos I could then place myself into that situation and that seemed very humiliating

Although I also had a lot of irl experiences of wam at a young age (mainly due to being in the scouts) and trying to avoid getting messy there was a serious challenge. I even tried to leave a few times but due to an issue with my school I had to stay for quite a few years. Getting messy there was encouraged but still the idea of the sensory overload was too much so I always opted out and it served me well for years.

What intrigues me is afterwards when my luck ran out and I eventually got gunged. Because it was done to me by a different scout group, I just pretended as if it never happened and went back to trying to avoid getting messy whenever possible. I knew it wasn't as bad as I had made it out in my head and I'd received a very heavy gunging so I knew it couldn't get any worse than that (I knew I even somewhat enjoyed it) But still denied that it ever happened.

I definitely also tried to avoid watching messy forfeits on TV when I saw they were on, but could never explain why. I can't remember when I stumbled upon wam as a teenager but it unlocked something of... Oh, this is hot. Still never been gunged, sadly.

Not so much gunged, but as a young boy I was very active in the scouts, and I often got "messy" so to speak at camps and events. I remember being at a camp when I was 8 years old and seeing all the other boys sliding down the hill, head to toe in mud, but I felt I couldnt do that for fear of my mum getting angry. I also remember having cold baked beans poured over my head during a sixth form team building exercise and wishing "oh if only I could be wearing something better than this, but people might think I'm weird for wanting to change my clothes before the pouring"

Now that I'm older, I look back and wish I had understood this fetish from an earlier age, and then maybe I could have enjoyed those moments better, not been afraid, or not try to suppress those feelings. But hey, thats the beauty of hindsight!

Can relate to the part as a teenager coming across it and finding it hot I was a late teen myself when I discovered I was actually into it Sadly I've only been gunged a couple of times since discovering it was a fetish by past girlfriends but I very much enjoyed it every time

I remember there being a lot of muddy adventures when I was in the scouts too but again I opted to stay out of it. When I finally did get gunged I remember wishing the exact opposite and wished I didn't have to get my clothes messy (albeit it was just my uniform which was a navy polo shirt and joggers) but I was already tied up so nothing I could do about it.

I very much agree with you about wishing I understood the fetish at the time. Years later I came across some photos of that event and seeing her gunge me and thinking "wow I'd love for this to happen to me now, I'd enjoy it so much". Instead I ended up throwing the photos out cos they made me feel a bit weirded out to say the least.

I would always try to watch any of the messy game shows and such when I was young but I would change the channel if I heard someone coming so no one would see me watching it. I didn't really understand why I found it appealing and I never really got messy then either. I would actually do whatever I could to avoid being in a situation where I could get gunged or pied. I was also never in the scouts (had no idea that getting messy was a big part of it) so it wasn't often that I was around it anyways.

It's interesting how others are saying they were afraid of it before realizing they loved it. I always liked seeing others getting messy but it was a while before I wanted to try it myself.

Yeah I also tried my best to avoid any situation that might involve me getting gunged. That's actually one of the main reasons I tried to leave the scouts to begin with. I wouldn't say getting messy was a big thing with them as such. If you were were out on a hike or something and you wanted to get wet or messy they had no issues with it and would near enough encourage you to do so but in terms of getting gunged or pied etc it was more down to the individual in charge. Our scout group had around 10 people who could be in charge any given week. 2 of them were male and any time they were in charge literally all we did was play football or PlayStation. There was one women there who always had these competitions and she pretty much always gave a messy forfeit, however these people very rarely took charge as it was usually between the same 2 women every week, they sometimes dished out gungings but not very often. It was more for charity/fundraiser events sorta thing.

My first gunging came from an entirely different group of girls scouts that were about a half hour away from where I lived and from the girl that I knew in that group said this woman was a volunteer from Australia who was just there for the summer and that I was the first person to be gunged in their group. Although I got gunged several times after this in the scouts too and every time still tried to fight against it

In terms of the fear of seeing others get gunged. I got it but also didn't. I feared men getting gunged but only cos I'm male and I could then see myself in that situation and as I said I did everything I could to avoid even the idea of getting messy or wet. However I loved seeing women get gunged. One of my earliest hindsight memories of it being a fetish was about a week or two after my first gunging, I was watching Live and Kicking and saw Katherine Merry getting gunged and it really did things to me. I wasn't attracted to her really but when she got messed up it really turned me on but I just didn't understand at the time that it was turning me on. I don't know if it related either but thinking on it now she was also wearing a similar outfit to what I was wearing too whenever I got gunged just weeks earlier so that may have also played into it.

I have also avoided situations where I might have gotten messy before, just because I was nervous about obviously enjoying it a little too much.

Absolutely get that. I never thought I'd enjoy it and part of me genuinely thought I would start crying if it ever happened me. It didn't but as you were saying about enjoying it, I started breathing very heavily and it got called out by one of the girls. Thankfully the woman in charge jumped in cos I don't think I'd have been able to explain myself otherwise but she just said something like "yeah I made it super cold for extra punishment" which is true cos I remember it being absolutely freezing

I remember many moons ago, getting absolutely covered in mud (from head to toe) and loving it. Not realising at that time that it was going to be my thing (or an actual fetish in general). But I guess its always been simmering in me.

Interesting. So you didn't fear it or anything when you were younger? Or were you like myself and it was whether you wanted it or not? You don't have to answer, just curious

I used to get uncomfortable watching pies in the face on TV, then realized I wanted to try it. Then as a 14 year old, I used to fill a pie plate with shaving cream and do push-ups over it until failure & my face would drop into the mountain of foam!

I got gunged and pied quite a lot before I realized the fetish, so it does happen! A good friend of mine and I would do slime dares a lot where one or both of us would end up covered in glop--this still happens pretty often, but the fetish was discovered through this great site!
I wrote a few blogs about experiences with my wife, but it's funny to look back at all the slime and pie experiences I had not knowing/having the fetish myself. Perhaps I did have it and it just wasn't unlocked (?) I'd need some psychoanalysis on that one.

The fetish is there for sure now and I'm very happy to have found it! I used to be able to get buckets and buckets of slime poured over me or pies to the face and no reaction over than laughing and having a good time. Now I'm rock hard just making the gunge or pies or sitting clean in a gunge tank
Things definitely changed!

I'm one of the ones who was fascinated with the idea of getting muddy long before it developed into a fetish. One time I remember another lad talking about jumping in a bog and seeing how deep we'd sink, and my disappointment that we never got to do it. Or seeing a huge patch of churned-up mud and wondering what it would be like to see a classmate fall into it.

I did get muddy in person a few times when young, and the occasions that stick in my mind are when it was transgressive or humiliating. There were a few times when I got stuck on my bike trying to ride through mud, for example, but the one that stands out is when I realised too late I was wearing sandals rather than wellies and had to squelch home with soaked socks. Another vivid memory is accidentally falling in the mud in my first games lesson at a new school. Then there was the time when I experimented with accidentally-on-purpose falling off a climbing frame into a puddle. I'd wanted to get a bit splashed, but I ended up with my trousers completely soaked and plastered. I also remember the aftermath where I was trying to scrape the thick mud off my clothes with my hands while the teacher gently told me off.

Each time, at the time I didn't feel any inclination to repeat the experience. Once it did turn into a fetish it was a different story.

When I was about 8 I began exploring a woods next to my house, It had a wet weather creek running through it. One day I slipped into a muddy hole getting my shoes and pants dirty. I went back to the house and washed off with the garden hose. I took off my clothes and ran up to my room to get a clean pair on. I threw the dirty underwear under my bed and went back outside and took my wet clothes out to the barn and hung them up to dry, The next day I went to the barn and put these dirty clothes back on and did it all over again only going in further.
This continued well into high school when i began masturbating in the mud. Going other places to get muddy. My fetish was soon realized for wet and muddy shoes. Mom found my dirty clothes one day and she showed me how to use the washing machine and said make sure you pre-clean. She knew that I was enjoying it.
The fetish continued all through college driving around in my spare time looking for more and better mud holes. I continue today going and finding muddy areas to play in. Never had someone to play with in the mud and would like that very much. The deepest mud I have ever found is just below the waist. Longing for deeper mud. I always start in clothes and shoes and often end up naked to finish. I still dry and wear my dirty clothes over and over not washing them but ripping them and throwing them in the trash. Shoes are the must.

What I've learned from this thread is that I shouldn't have dropped out of scouts really early lmao

Sounds to me like you need to stop avoiding it hun. I can help you embrace it

Oh yeah, that reminds, there was an mulit-night field trip while I was in middle school to some sort of outdoor camping area that featured having all of the students being able to play in a massive mud pit. I decided not to go purely because of that. My mom was always really good about making sure I got to go on any field trips so it was kind of awkward explaining why I didn't want to go without saying the real reason.

It wasn't until I got my first girlfriend, that I finally got comfortable with being gunged or pied. I've written in more detail about it here before but essentially we accidentally discovered that we were both wammers together. She had gone through mostly the same nervous feelings about it that I did except she had gotten messy at a couple church events before. So she had actually lived the thread title!

Yes! I did, it's actually how I discovered I had a thing for it.and the rest is history.and all on here now!

What *kind* of gunging are we talking?

Love it. Ow did that happen first time round then?

Amazing that a lot of us had the same beginnings with the scouts!

Growing up there was always gunge, pie fights and possibly food fights on children's tv, i enjoyed watching them. Show like that were still being shown when i discovered my liking for wetlook and i remember watching and wishing i was doing it in my school uniform.

I had saved some photos from eewetlook.com on my computer so i could look at them anytime.

Years later when I had the house to myself i decided to try it, as it seemed a progression from just getting wet. I grabbed 1 of my white shirts from the wardrobe, put it on, buttoned it all up and headed to the bath with custard, milk and chocolate milk, sat down and started pouring and rubbing the custard on my shirt enjoying how it made it look then poured the milk and finished with a shower still in my shirt.