We know that lots of WAMmers developed their fetish when growing up.

My "origin story" is that I wasn't allowed to get messy as a kid, and because I wasn't very outgoing, I didn't get into the usual messy events that kids/youths get into, like muddy summer camp, pie in the face fundraiser. Even if I wanted to get involved, at that time I felt that it would "raise too many questions" as it would be not in my established character (not an outdoor person), and so stayed away from mess. It's probably not an exaggeration that if you pick a random non-WAMmer, that person would be involved in more messy events than me.

In fact, until I was an adult, I did very little WAMming. The biggest WTF moment I had was when I saw a youtube video of really good college pie throwing event at the college I attended... My youtube recommend feed has various college messy events. Sometimes I feel that it was a missed opportunity... Sometimes I feel that my WAM tastes and likes are really overcompensating for missed opportunities in the past.

Was just wondering how many out there had a similar experience. Also curious to know your experience with "non-fetishistic" WAM settings both when growing up and maybe even now.

For me, until I hit adolescence, getting messy terrified me...I remember a few specific times where I got accidentally messy (mainly in youth group/summer camp type settings) where I felt kind of traumatized and very upset afterwards. I also felt extremely uncomfortable watching mess on TV (eg, 90's Nick) if anyone else was around.

When I was around 11 or 12, I went on a youth group trip to one of the Paramount theme parks where they had a live Nickelodeon stage show, and although I didn't want to participate, someone else from my group was picked and ended up getting slimed. I was somewhat fascinated and curious watching that, and within a year or so after that, I flipped full-circle and did my first self-WAM session when I was about 13 or so (even before I really knew what WAM was)...

I think many of us would probably have had the same experiences (or lack of them) growing up. My parents didn't really find the gunge shows on tv etc funny, just juvenile and stupid (they were older than most when I was born), and so it was always kind of frowned upon - which obviously makes it more appealing!

I lived in a pigpen until I was 14.

You know, until today, I never made the connection, but I see it now!

Fixed your typo.

Yeah, similar stories. The fascination with mud started really early for me. I remember playing in a mud puddle when I was 3 while my mom and dad were settling on their lease. She was pretty pissed. After that, there wasn't much going on except seeing stuff on TV and feeling weirdly envious about it.

When I hit about 9 or so I started experimenting. I took a bath in my clothes and tried to make up some excuse when my mom asked about why there were wet clothes in the laundry pile. I stopped for awhile and then did it again and again, I was hooked. Eventually they waited outside the bathroom door one time I was taking a bath and came in on me. The jig was up. I got my ass tarred pretty hard, Mom kept saying WTF is wrong with you, and my dad was mortified that he had one of "THOSE" kids that would need to go to a shrink.

Needless to say my teen years went on swimmingly. Now that I think about it, the adult years and marriage years weren't all that great either. It wasn't until I flat out told my spouse around 2009 what I was into that I became more comfortable with it.

Now I've never been happier

I think I had the normal wammer up bringing, I watched all the nick shows and I remember my parents saying they would never do something like that, or what a waste of food blah blah blah. and now here I am.

I had a romp through some knee deep cement with a cute neighbor girl when I was really young. I also got blue balled both on field day and the circus. So while I didn't do it much, I almost did; probably what planted the seeds for the fetish.

Growing up, I definitely remember being completely fascinated by mess, messy people, messy situations. It goes back as far as I can remember. Like, if I was watching a sitcom or a game show and there was any chance of something happening, I would hope so badly for a female to take a pie, or get pushed in the mud, or have slime rain down over them.

Later, as I approached adolescence, I would sometimes steal some privacy in the bathroom and fantasize about a messy situation. A tiny handful of shaving cream might be a pie in my face, or a pudding cup smuggled from the kitchen would be imaginary mud. I liked how it felt. I liked pretending I was in some messy situation. Sometimes taking the "pie in the face" was a way to play out the fantasy of giving a pie to the face of some girl from school.

It was all sexually charged, but I never did put 2 and 2 together until later in adolescence. I let myself dwell on something I'd seen on tv that day while playing with myself, and it finally clicked in my mind.

As opposed to 9-year-olds who WAMmed in extremely kinky settings???

When I was 8 we moved to a new neighborhood where we were the 3rd new house, with hundreds to come. As the neighborhood got filled in, there was plenty of opportunity to play in freshly churned up mud, sand/dirt piles, have sand/dirt fights with other kids. Purposely lose these sand/dirt fights. If we had moved to a normal boring ass neighborhood, who knows.

Back in the age of black and white TV, and home movies on 8mm film, the back yard mud hole that I made was my playground much to my mom's dismay. And it has never stopped

I guess I was born too early to have gotten hooked by the WAM game shows on TV, so I don't have any idea where my WAM fetish came from. I just recall, when I was rather young, getting a surprisingly wonderful feeling when walking through muddy areas after a rain. I was young enough to not know what that feeling was, but I recall being really excited knowing that I could do this every time it rained.

What I really wanted to do was to get my face all full of mud, but I was too shy to do it in public. At one point I took a pail out to the garden, filled it with dirt, took it into the bathroom, locked the door, and mixed in some water in the bathtub to make a pail full of mud. Then, with GREAT excitement and unbelievable anticipation, I slowly dunked my head into the pail of mud - and the feeling did not disappoint!!

When I was older - in my teens - I went swimming in a muddy pond with about 3-4 other kids. At one point, while I was just sitting beside the pond, they all started to pick up handfuls of mud and threw them at me. I just decided to lay there - face up - and let them have at it. That was my first public wamming, and I ABSOLUTELY loved it!!!

All. The. Time. I loved playing in the mud as a kid and my parents even made me a little mudpit in the backyard using one of those plastic sandboxes so I'd stop having to dig up the yard whenever I wanted to play in the mud. When I couldn't go outside to play in the mud, I'd gunge myself with food. My favorite thing to do was to fill my briefs with mud or gunge and squish it all out or give myself muddy wedgies and massage the gloop into my crack. I ruined many pairs of underwear that way!

For me, even today, if it is NOT sexual, I don't have much interest in it.

I remember when I was younger seeing girls playing in sprinklers in their clothes, but when I got pushed it, I got upset. Clothes weren't meant to get wet in. Eventually I started purposefully getting "very" wet when I went to deliver newspapers in the rain. The messy part started during puberty and really has always been a "sexual" thing, but depending on the circumstances it can't always BE sexual, especially when you're trying to hide the fetish from the parents.

I eventually discovered that solo WAM just isn't my thing, and doesn't really do much for me. If a female isn't involved I don't have any real interest in it. At least with a female, the hassle of clean up is more worth it than a solo experience.