Hello, long time lurker and observer about these parts. I finally made an account a few years back, and I figured I am wayyy overdue to actually interact.
Even now I mostly just lurk or post my favorites to my profile, but every once in awhile I'm curious about maybe the psychological or personal aspects of others with this fetish.

I know this subject has come up, though hopefully not in the exact way I'm asking, and apologies if it's been beaten to death.

I was however curious about something; does everyone have a first memory or experience that springs to mind that you knew from that point you had an interest in WAM?

I know these things can frequently (though not in all cases) be traced back to childhood or adolescence, and is obviously not arousing at earlier ages but more visceral or sensual.

If you did have that moment, did it evolve into something more fetishistic from something more innocent or did you know at that point it was a turn on?
That's definitely the case for myself.
Even as a kid I was fairly fastidious, always clean, and always mindful of never making too much of a mess.

My first inkling of it comes from 3 specific experiences in a very short period of time when I was 5-6.

Watching Saturday morning cartoons, there was a commercial for some kind of chocolate drink that kept airing throughout the morning.
The people in the commercial were bouncing up and down and getting a lot of chocolate dumped all over them.
It felt odd, and even at that age I knew that I was drawn to that, that it would be more than just fun, but something to really revel in and enjoy.

My 2nd experience was just after Halloween, I got dressed up, for a school function and the next day there was some grease-paint on the kitchen table, left over from my devil costume.
I distinctly remember opening it, grabbing a hand full of red and black and smearing it all over my face.
I remember the waxy smell, like crayons as I smeared it all over.
My heart was pounding because I know I was doing something naughty (getting into something) but also making a mess of myself.

The 3rd one happened very shortly after that, less than a year later, when I was 6 or so. Someone left the TV on and the (super campy) movie Second Sight was playing and there was a gunge scene where 2 characters got gunged in "ice cream" (basically thick slime by the look of it).
One of the characters was a woman dressed as a nun, and she got absolutely drenched, and even at that age there was something compelling about that.

There are others, later on in life, and once puberty started, and I was jacking it non-stop I pretty much knew I was turned on by girls getting messy and enjoying it too.

So, do you have as distinct a memory of something like that? Or was it more a gradual exploration informed by things like Nickelodeon game shows or from movies and such? (I grew up in a rural area, no cable for that!)

At about age eight or nine, I saw the episode of the Brady Bunch during which they visit a movie studio and are involved in a pie fight. When Marcia, Jan and the mom got hit, something insane went off inside of me. Could not identify it at the time, but it was the first one, followed shortly thereafter by seeing Greta Thyssen get hit with a cake in Quizz Whizz. Those are the two.
And Charo on Captain and Tenille.

Sounds like I'm same age range as Closet, but for me it was seeing any women pied on TV in the 70's at a very young age. I'm talking, I think I knew I was into WAM at 5. (And always a disappointment when a guy was pied, which was often.)

Can't say I remember my first. However, the scene that probably most made an impact would be when the pretty French maid got pied in the Stooge's "Pest Man Wins" short. And I'm sure that if we had the Herb Alpert album in our collection at home, I would have been like Johnny Yen. (Our house had endless replays of Fleetwood Mac, Linda Rondstadt, the Eagles and the Doobie Bros in terms of vinyl growing up; think my parents owned, like 10 records tops.)

PS, glad you're on here Willrik. Wanted to say you've got probably the best curated photo collection. You've good taste, my man!

About 3 months ago in a gunge tank

I had heard of sploshing and wam before but even though I've done pretty much everything under the sun it didn't really appeal to me enough to look into it more. I'm a bit of a prissy princess normally and the thought of ruining my hair? Eww, no thanks.

Then a friend asked me to help out at an event and I was really quite terrified and tentative about the whole thing, but after some reassurance/egging on I had my first gunging in front of a huge crowd which definitely set off my exhibitionist tendencies and humiliation kink! Then wrestling around in a big swimming pool of slime was really fun sensation-wise too, the whole experience massively opened my eyes and I started to watch videos and lurk in the forums a ton.

Since then I've been back in the tank a couple more times (it helps that I live down the road from JnC ) and been trying out some new things at home too, but nothing compares to my amazing first time so far. Excited that I still have so much to explore and test though, I have a bucket list as long as my arm!

Definitely still remember Vanna White getting pied on wheel of Fortune as a kid and having a bunch of those strange type of thoughts.

I've liked to see women get messy for almost as long as I can remember.

The earliest one I can specify was watching all three Blue Peter presenters pie each other (as some sort of prank) when I was six or seven, and I really liked seeing Lesley Judd take her pie, although I couldn't have told you why. But even then, I don't know if it began there or was more that it was always inside and so was only a question of seeing a piece of slapstick on TV that would officially awaken it.

Even at six, seven, eight years old, long before I could have had any grasp of the concept of a fetish, enjoying seeing women messy felt natural and "right".

A bucket list of buckets?

And cans, and jars, and cartons, and bathtubs :p

I really don't know it started with me grow up and seeing soupy sales getting pied, and watching the movie the great race and watching the pie scene when I was about 10 I got push into a swimming pool by my sister with my clothes on then I knew I really enjoy going swimming with my clothes on My uncle pool pratty every one got push into the swimming with there clothes on watching my women relitives getting push in the pool was fun. I really never got a chance to go into the mud or getting pies until latter in life but I really injoy that to ever so often I get pied and getting it my cell I really enjoy do this and showing people that really enjoy it which are hard to come across ireally enjoy making how to detroy your plumming where to cant tell what genger Iam

Definitely in the late 1980's and early 1990's. Double Dare, Wild & Crazy Kids, YCDTOTV, WWYD just to name a few as I was growing up. This thread is #ThrowbackThursday worthy

I agree,good job,Willrik. Love the clown album.

I can't recall a definite beginning to it but I grew up in the 1970s and 80s. I became fascinated by custard pies, slapstick and people (particularly females) getting wet or messy in nice clothes (which would 'shock' me as my parents were particularly strict about this kind of thing at home). I saw Bugsy Malone aged about 7 and this blew my mind - leaving me in a kind of cold sweat.

There was a lot of slapstick on TV too. Whenever I witnessed it it left me in a kind of cold sweat. I saw a large charity shaving foam Flan fight in real life at my father's employer's sports and social club (inspired by Tiswas - which was still on TV) featuring at least 50 adult employees (not him - he seemed to disapprove) after the initial fracas I saw several 'innocent' people including a pretty woman apparently being surprise pied. This actually made me feel decidedly ill with a mixture of excitement and trepidation - to the point of nausea (later throwing up in the toilet). I made no secret of my 'obsession' with slapstick - illustrating a piece in a school exercise book about the Royal Wedding (Charles and Di) depicting it as a massive pie fight.

As I got older, I picked up on my piers' lack of interest, even disapproval, in this sort of thing and began to feel shameful and secretive - buying shaving foam and sneaking it into my bedroom where I would 'pie' myself. I would also actively avoid slapstick on TV - feeling terribly self-conscious - as I would go into a cold sweat (unless I could watch it on my own - which was almost never. I watched the teachers being gunged on How Dare You! in black and white on a portable TV. Everybody else remembers the multi-coloured oatmeal - I viewed it as white, pale slop!)

As I reached puberty - I seemed to grow out of the self-WAMming as the focus became increasingly a visual one - on women I found attractive getting messy. But exactly what it did for me was not clear - other than the 'cold sweat' feeling of utter embarrassment.

I was actually well into my teens before the penny dropped and I realised, whilst watching a video alone I had secretly taped of a woman being gunged on Noel's Saturday Roadshow (pictured*) - and the mechanics of sexuality kicked in, that this actually turned me on. It was no longer a cold sweat feeling but something tantamount to sexual attraction - to women getting wet and messy.

I was in my mid twenties when I realised I was not the only one who felt like this and about thirty before I actually managed to own any kind of purpose-made media.

So, when you see me sploshing up Mrs Trouso - you see 40 years of frustration coming out all at once!

* http://www.thewamenigma.com/clips.html

Agree with all this - think we must be the same generation!

Noel's Roadshow and then House Party were a great source of UK WAM. This meant an eager look at the Radio Times each week to see who the guests were, and could lead to a few days of delicious anticipation if they were attractive females...would they be in the gunge tank on Saturday?

Incidentally, I remember the gunging you've posted pics of very well, as it was a good one. The gungee obviously liked being on TV, because I also remember spotting her as a contestant on "The Crystal Maze" a few years later.

Ha! Ha! Me too (there is also a link to the video on my site above).

I have to admit, though, I often found NHP to be a bit of a disappointing tease -actually finding more WAM moments on Jim Davidson's Gen Game (broadcast directly prior on a Saturday night) which was at a better time for going out.

This matches my experience quite a bit only from the other side of the pond. When I was little (pre-puberty), WAM on TV would excite me and make me feel weird -- kinda nauseous. It was weird, it made an impression on me, but I also would sometimes run out of the room when some WAM came on (still remember running out of the room when the cream pies on the wall skit from Sesame Street came on once).

For me, it was the usual suspects -- mostly Electric Company and American variety shows. I can't stress how much it seemed to me that males were always getting it instead of the females and how very much I wanted to see the females get messed. When women "got it" -- Winnie being pied twice by a mechanical clown on Electric Company or Sara Purcell being attacked with shaving cream on Real People or, holy crap!, the hot chicks on Three's Company getting pied in the baking contest episode -- it stuck with me.

First time I remember WAM "affecting" me post-puberty is the Calvin Klein Cream Pies fake commercials on SNL in the early 1980s. I still have a thing for Julia-Louis Dreyfus.

It's interesting how a lot of the core details of individual stories are similar, though the details are often a little different.

I definitely experienced the initial aversion that Trouso described, though not with the same force, their was a sort of self denial at that age.
Where despite this clearly being something out there in society, it was somehow shameful or undesirable to derive pleasure for it in that specific way.

I suppose it's the same for most fetishes, though societal norms being what they are. We view getting messy more innocently than most kinks, and certainly more than say BDSM, which one is exposed to typically after becoming interested in sex and is an activity that is explicitly sexual.

P.S. ;Thanks for the kind words Shipper and HappyCamper!

I think it started for me initially when I was about 14. A programme on ITV was on in about 1974 ish called Moody and Pegg and one episode featured this attractive blonde girl, dressed in a low cut top, tight skirt and heels having to hide outside a bedroom on a flat roof, in a torrential downpour and getting absolutely drenched. I thought it was erotic, but never gave it much more thought until I saw a letter to a mens mag, Penthouse, I think in 1977, I was by now 17, and this was about staging a mass pie fight with several nicely dressed girls.

Tiswas was on TV at the same time, so I used to watch, eagerly awaiting Sally James getting messed up, and the fact that she used to dress in sexy clothes helped, tight jeans and thigh length boots, used to feature frequently, and this confirmed that my fetish was for a glamorous girl, sexily/smartly dressed getting trashed. .

My first messy experience was a few years ago, I was walking with a girl, we had a date ad it was raining so we waited for it to pass, when it stopped, we walked to her home, she was living near t the place, we were walking and in some time we saw a big mud puddle, we were playing and making jokes to ourselves, in that moment she told me to stop and to close my eyes, and then I heard a "splash" I felt wet my pants and part of the shirt and when I've opened my eyes she was laughing, her feet were fully covered with mud, and she told me "i love to play in mud" so I stepped over and we got muddy, we kissed, that was my first messy experience in couple, lonely was a friday I got home and I couldn't reists so I.ve made some gunge with flour and I got messy in my bath i was so happy

First of all, THANK YOU to the original poster for starting this thread. This is actually one of my very favorite subjects: hearing various wammer's "life stories" - how they discovered their interest in it, the first experiences etc! I could spend hours on end just doing nothing but reading such stories of people's various backgrounds/experiences!

I was born in 1971 - there's no way i can pinpoint the first time i discovered my excitement for seeing guys get wet/pies in face on tv because i've loved it ever since i can remember - seeing guys get soaked or pied on shows like Sesame Street, Electric Company, Hot Fudge Show - even just in cartoons or comic books.

Of course all throughout the rest of my childhood, then teens, then adulthood - I'd make it a point to watch shows that had a "high pie potential" - if i saw a commercial for something that looked like there'd be a wet/pie scene, I'd tune in!

You Can't do That on Television/Nickelodeon was such a godsend!

Back then - in those pre-internet days, i thought i must be the only one who liked seeing people get wet or messy like that - always that sense of "you're the only one". I used to dream of ways I could manage to see others wet/pied in real life. I'd actively fantasize different scenarios where I could manage to let someone else have it. But until such a time would come before I was brave enough to attempt splatting someone else, I just had to make to with serving as my own model - having done countless self pies and buckets of water and slimings in the shower with a mirror (or later selfies with a camera or videocorder) I was incredibly lucky to have had my room being in the basement during my pre-teens since my bedroom led directly to the shower - i literally had a door that opened to the shower area. Very easy to sneak in there with mirror or clothes - and reenacting scenes I saw on tv. (The washer and dryer was also downstairs and near my bedroom which added more conveniences!)

It wasn't until my sophomore year of high school when i finally worked up the courage to attempt to pie someone else. This happened to be the year i moved from my small Ohio hometown to Phoenix Arizona so it was a totally fresh start all around. The way it happened was like this: I was attending a theater conference with several other students and it was on a college campus so we'd be teaming up with roommates. Mine happened to be a very handsome guy with the most beautiful pieable face and i was so determined to make this happen. I decided I'd attempt a scenario i've long fantasized about doing to someone and hoping it would work out as well as it did in my head. Everything actually DID go exactly according to plan much to my thrill.

Every now and then in the course of casual conversation, i'd bring up the subject of sleeping logistics - how early did we want to get up - was he a light sleeper or would he have trouble getting out of bed, etc. To my delight he gave all the "right answers" - he was not easy to wake up/get out of bed. So i started to joke around that if all else fails, i would always resort to using a bucket of water, jesting in such a manner as to leave the seeds of doubt and nervousness in his head as to whether i was just joking or if i might actually do this. A couple times he'd ask "you wouldn't really do that would you?" to which i'd reply "no of course not - maybe..." So come bedtime, my roommate went to sleep no doubt wondering if he'd wind up getting soaking wet come morning.

Again - everything working out even better than i ever imagined, he slept shirtless and had a nice beautiful chest. I made the weakest possible half-assed, not-even-remotely-trying attempts to wake him up. And when that thankfully didn't work, i splatted a nice big gooey shaving cream pie in his face (and chest!)" and executed the essential punch line pay-off: "Well, i promised i wouldn't use a bucket of water!" My only real regret if i had one was i wish i could have watched him showering off but the way everything worked out was well satisfactory enough!

Since then i attempted inserting pies into school skits (being a drama student had its advantages - also being the type who often took up the task of writing scripts/presentations) or initiations or pranks.

Finally a few years after college came the internet - and in my searching for photos of people getting pied, i found i actually wasn't "alone" - there were a whole bunch of people Out There who loved this stuff the same way too! (Though the one drawback is while it was great to connect with other likeminded people around the country - even worldwide - finding others locally was - and still remains - the hard part.)

I put out a lot of feelers in different forums - hey if anyone is passing through Phoenix and wants to get pied, i'm your man! - and my first time pieing another guy who was actually a true Pieguy and not just a non-pie-lover friend/actor/etc. was actually someone who contacted me via UMD! I don't remember his name and i don't think he's still on (he was more a lurker than regular poster) and the photos i took are who-knows-where in storage but i got to hit him with several different types of pies and cakes while he stood in my shower in his boxers with several waterings in between to clean up some of the previous pies and allow for a cleaner palate for the next go round.

I've pied/soaked/slimed numerous gus over the years though the bulk of them have been hired models/actors for video/photo projects but every rare once in a while i get to connect with another Pieguy passing through Phoenix (and of course there were the many photo/video trades before Youtube came along) And yes, i am still out here in Phoenix ready to throw pies in cute guys' faces if they;re ever passing through...

PS - to answer about the fetishistic aspect - while i've always found the sight of a wet or pied/slimed guy a total turn-on, i don't like it when a get-together is sexual in nature - there can be kissing/cuddling at most but mainly i just want to exchange pies and just play/have fun - no total nudity or sexual acts (most of the pieguys i have connected with were straight anyway so that's rarely been a problem.) I also don't like watching scenes/videos/photos where the pieplay turns sexual - if the clothes are totally off and intercourse starts happening, i'm out! I always like keeping it fun/lighthearted/comedic/playful - even if i'm sexually attracted to the look of it i don't want to see sex acts depicted. I like to keep my messes "clean"

It would be interesting to find out what Arial and Jayce's first experience was?

it is cool see hear all these ways people discover wam. all at different speeds and times in our lives but ultimately we are all connected by it and has a big part on our lives.
like many my age nhp was where I first encountered wam. however I hated it and ran a mile when it was on tv. but when I turned 9 10 it suddenly it had a different take on me and I was interested in it. I thought it wierd considering I hated it 4 5 years ago but now had a liking in seeing girls getting messy. I never really wanted to get messy myself at that point I just enjoyed seeing girls getting messy on shoes around the early 2000s. I do remember how I woke up one morning in 06 aged 14 after having a dream about getting gunged on the Saturday show. that's when I got interested in getting messy myself and still at that point I had no idea it was s fetish that others had either though I assumed someone somewhere had the same liking. I started to experiment getting messy with small things getting bigger and bigger asvthe years go on. at home we never had a computer till I started gcses so it wasn't till aged 16 or so I discovered websites on there ec gunge and the original gunge tank girls. ever since I've had experienced getting messy when I can.

This is mine. I blogged it. https://umd.net/stories/i/my_first_pie/return/%2Fprofile%2Fi%2Fmypierogative%2Fsection%2Fblogs%2F

Very well written, sexy story, thanks for sharing. Business suit and French maid are two of my favourite outfits btw!

Mine isn't dissimilar to many of the others posted here. Problem is, I can't actually remember the origin. It would have to also be around 10-years-old or younger, as I can vaguely recall it already existing by the mid '80s in one form or another. It was certainly something I could identify as weird, even pre-puberty, and never really let on to anybody about it. By mid-teens, had experimented with all kinds of messiness, on my own (though had found fetish vids in the VHS days like Rob Blaine's stuff, etc). In fact, had never properly done WAM play with anyone in real life until very recently. Speaking of which...


How had I never read that blog post before? Extra fun knowing your super-wam-hero "origin story".

Wow, what a great forum here. Love hearing these stories, and especially a place where we can have this convo. Was sure to give all here a love of support each, you all deserve it.
For me, I've always had this fetish, I've never been in a relationship as a result, part of the problem was that for over 24yrs, I thought I was the only one like this(you can read my story/blog if you wish, however, it's heavy, several suicide attempts and ice addiction) Fortunally, quite by accident, I found UMD (I googled muddy white t-shirts, no idea why, didn't think I'd get any search results, but I got heaps instead) just over a year ago, my life has changed heaps in that time I must say. Anyway, enough of that, we're talking about first WAM experiences here.
For me, I must have been around 10-11yrs old when I was given this white ninja turtles tee. I used to take this thing to bed with me (don't ask!) and wore it everywhere. Somehow I managed to get it wet (don't remember how now) and it felt strangely nice. Over time, I'd do it again, with more and more water each time, and enjoyed it more and more.
I think I really realised there was something at around 12, when I went around to a mate's house in a new white ninja turtles tee (all up I recon I had around 5-6). We started play fighting and I ended up lying on my side then back in this thick clay mud in his backyard. Man, I should have been devostated, my favourite tee was totally trashed, my mate was sure sorry and upset, I think I said I was really sad at the time, but I wasn't at all, shit, I'd never felt this good in the whole 12-13yrs I'd been around at the time. Wasn't long before I trashed another one of the ninja turtles tees, this time deliberately , I think I may have even lied about it. At this stage, I knew there was something seriously wrong with me or so I thought. Sadly, that's when I began to self harm and try to 'cure' myself with drugs, weed to start, then ice. The ice seemed to kill the fetish along with my sex drive, but also makes you loose weight, I sadly had reduced to weighing 38kgs. After rehab in 2011, I desired WAM was better than where I'd been, even though I didn't know there were other WAMmers around, and I thought WAM was me just fucked in the head, still felt awesome though, the more mess, the nicer the feeling. It was in this period, I discovered things like used car oil on nice white surf shorts and satin boxers suffering underneath, and nice white and thick hoodies soaked in trashing mess. I seem to choose something that'll totally trash over coming out, just adds to the thrill. Even with these discoveries, I still have a special spot for printed/graphic white tees, and white licenced tees. I am looking forward to trashing one of these white long sleeved tees you see many young people (guys mainly) wear. Not big on them myself, recon that's going to make it even nicer to trash up some how.
After finding UMD and this awesome community, I thought fuck it, I'll 'come out' to family/friends. Man, I was blown away with how accepting they all were, especially, my Mother and Sister, whom kind of already knew I had some fetish with white clothes, they wish I'd come out years ago, and so do I, I would have LOVE to have made WAM content when I was young and far better looking!
I'm not sure how this sounds, but I was thinking of getting hold of an adults size white ninja turtles tee to make a commemorative, epic video, to mark 25 yrs of WAM and 12mths of UMD and WAM community membership. This community is the sole reason I'm still alive really, and maybe a video like that is a great way to give back. I wish you all the best with your journeys

The first time I can remember ever experiencing wam on TV was from a channel 5 show - a woman in a bath wearing a brown bikini being covered in brown slime. I then recall seeing it as part of a highlights video somewhere.

The first in person wam experience i ever had was discovering a previous girlfriend was into it too. We were baking a cake in the kitchen and she had a can of squirt cream out, took a quick spray onto her chest and asked me to lick it off.... all went fun from there

I don't know how old I was, but it must have been at about the time when sexual excitement first becomes possible. I was walking around after a rain storm on the school-house sidewalks that were across the street from my house. Whenever the sidewalk make a sharp turn there would be no grass because kids always took short cuts there. Anyway, since it had just rained these spots were all muddy with very gushy mud and, for whatever reason, I decided to walk through them whenever I got to a corner. Each time I did this I experienced a really wonderful feeling . I was young enough that I had no idea what this feeling meant - all I knew was that I REALLY liked it. And I remember thinking this is really great because I can do this again, and get this wonderful feeling, anytime it rains. It's possible that this was the first time I had experienced anything that caused sexual excitement because it seemed like such a unique (but wonderful) sensation to me.

What an awesome story mate, I'd love nothing more than a WAM woman in my life. Really hope it all worked out well in the end hey!

There would be times when I was at college when I had days off in the week and my parents were at work/siblings were at school.

Would go to the supermarket to buy cartons of custard, creamy cakes and syrup and just trash myself in the bath.

My first messy experience took place when I was young. I enjoyed playing in the mud and discovered it felt good when I poured mud "down there." I made myself a mud pit behind the garage and would go and play in it when my parents weren't home. Most of the time I'd play in my bathing suit or my underwear, but I remember this one time I filled my long johns with mud before stripping naked. I felt very naughty squirming and writhing around in the mud naked and remember getting my first erection.

I started experimenting with other substances like whipped cream, chocolate, carmel and peanut butter. I found that peanut butter was too thick (though I had fun smearing it all over my penis ), carmel was too sticky and chocolate sauce made too much of a mess. On days when I couldn't go out and play in the mud, I browsed the internet for photos of messy people and discovered Messyfun in the process. I discovered Messyfun and Mud Puddle Visuals around the time I began masturbating and spent many happy hours browsing the net and playing with myself.

In middle school, my girlfriend discovered my wet and messy fetish. She knew I enjoyed seeing her get messy and sometimes she would tease me by walking barefoot in the mud or taking a pie to the face. Sometimes we would even do wet and messy roleplays on IM! However, all good things must come to an end and by the time I was in high school, I was single once again. It was around this time I began coming to terms with my bisexuality. I remember having a crush on another boy back in elementary school, but I was too young to understand what it meant. At the age of 17, I became romantically involved with a male classmate of mine.

I told my boyfriend about my wet and messy fetish and he said he was willing to try it. We waited until his parents were gone, then went shopping for supplies. Soon, we were plastering each other in pies and pouring chocolate all over our bodies! Knowing my boyfriend was into butt stuff, I took a bottle of chocolate sauce, inserted the tip into his hole and filled it with chocolate before finishing it off with some whipped cream. The chocolate sauce was very cold and I think it startled him, cuz he let out a yelp when I started squeezing.

Our relationship lasted for another two years, but we only had one other messy experience during that period. I remember telling my boyfriend about my desire to play in thick, creamy clay on numerous occasions (his usual response was along the lines of "oh you and your pottery clay! "), but he didn't seem all that interested. For our anniversary, however, he decided to give it a try. We covered each other in clay from head to toe and spent the next couple hours humping and grinding each other before blowing our loads in muddy ecstacy.

There are other stories I have to tell, but I think I'll save those for a future installment, as they are beyond the purview of this thread.