What are your desires that are very difficult to fulfill related to the WAM fetish.
First, my desire:
I'm standing in a public place wearing only underpants and there are buckets of paint and brushes next to me. Anyone interested can paint my body from head to toe.

My dreams are always boring, they're usually about getting lost on the way home, getting on the wrong bus or train.

Would like to walk into town and be day and find there's a charity gunging or pie in the face event going on and pie or pour some slop or gunge over the victims preferably some hot lads , trash them good take some pictures on my phone then stand watching for a bit as others trash them and I have a good laugh

Like Windsordevil's idea, but then the "victims" decide to let me have it for laughing at them and they take pictures of my comeuppance with my own camera.

I'd love to recv a giant cake in the face in public. Maybe at a sporting event. Everyone focused on me just get nailed.

Cable tied to a chair in my undies at Folsom Street Fair and another guy sells pies to people walking past so they can pie me. At the end of the event I am gunged while still restrained to the chair.

Being approached by a hot influencer who asks me questions and for every wrong answer she cracks an egg on my head

Not me but I'd love to see a sundress get wet, whether that be someone playing in one of those play fountains, or going on one of those river rapids rides at a theme park.

I saw some mom in a maxi dress getting on the Popeye ride at Universal without rain poncho (for context: you get SOAKED on that ride. It's like going for a fully clothed swim) as I was getting off and I really wish I could have seen the aftermath.

I like imagining that a group of people accidentally get something stuck in deep mud...maybe it's dropped in, or thrown in (an errant frisbee? haha), and they need help getting it out. I walk by and they ask for help, so I strip down to my underwear and sink into the mud to help, only the mud is much deeper than I "expected"...

One can never go wrong overdressing for a pool party.

I would also love to jump into the mud to help.

I saw a post on this forum over a decade ago (i might have misremembered a few details) where a lady was wearing a beautiful red satin dress and had a sign saying visitors to the restairant were welcome to pie if her they desired.

I think she was just sitting in a chair next to some cakes. Now that would be *incredible* especially if there was a jug or two of custard, chocolate sauce etc to pour over her.

I've personally crawled through a mud in a nature reserve fully clothed and it was also amazing, but I was worried as hell about being seen. Doing that in a safe place would be wonderful.

I'd love to be the person at the festival that gets food thrown at them while others laugh. I want to locked in some stocks that are mounted to a garbage can. Mind you its the only garbage can in the food area, so everyone has to throw their scraps in there. Some people choose to smash it in my face before it falls in the garage, some people smash it into my ass whatever they want and I can't do anything but take their ketchup/mustard filled plate, their left over pie/custard, etc. Obviously as the day goes on the garbage can I'm standing is fills up and all that is showing is my shoulders and face which is unrecognizable at this point. Make it a nice hot day as well so everything starts to stink.

Sure

Re your last story- I played a sport in college and for a team building thing my freshman year, my buddy's dad (a retired Navy SEAL) and his former military buddies came and put us through an absolutely brutal six hour workout.

The last exercise was army crawling through this ditch in the woods they had put a hose running through, and compared to the previous stuff, the final thing of linking arms and doing group crunches in the mud was weirdly comfortable.

But that's not the point of the story. Afterwards, a couple of us were walking back to our dorms to get cleaned up and we had thrown out most of our clothes because they were trashed beyond belief (water, dirt, sand, mud, the works) so we were literally walking down this sidewalk in like, boxers and whatnot. We cut across the football stadium to get back quicker and came across a family on a tour and they looked at us like we had three heads each.

My fetishes are mud, grease, and water, but I've always kept it secret from non-wam friends. Once I was driving my 4WD truck on rough 4WD dirt roads in the mountains and saw a Jeep stuck in deep mud with two mud-soaked guys trying to get it out. I wanted to join them in the mud, to hook a tow rope from it to my truck, tow them out, and get completely soaked and muddy doing it, but I had two non-wam friends with me, so I just told the Jeep guys that I'd go get help. I drove miles to the nearest town and arranged for a tow, but I've always regretted not going into the mud myself to help them and not giving a damn what my non-wam buddies thought about it.

edit:
I was trailrunning in the woods this afternoon and realized what I SHOULD have done that day. I didn't have to let my friends know I love mudding. I just should have said "those guys need help NOW. Their Jeep's gonna sink if we don't help." Then I should have just jumped in and started helping. No one had to know I was loving it. I had clean clothes in the truck, so I could have cleaned up when we were done. And if my two friends decided to get muddy helping, after we were done they could have just gotten into the bed of my truck and I'd have driven them back where we were camped to get their clean clothes. There was a river right there where they could have washed up.

Oh well. Hindsight is always 20-20.

I would love to be walking down the street with my mate, both in our best suits, and to be set upon by hot guys in speedos throwing pies and pouring gunge over us before ripping ALL our clothes off - before leaving us plastered, naked and in the mess for all to see

My second scene: I'm in a paint store, walking between the shelves with paints. At the top, the seller is trying to download a 200 liter barrel of paint. Due to his mistake, the barrel falls over and its entire contents spill out on me, causing me to be covered in paint. I walk 5 kilometers back home, making everyone laugh at me with my appearance.

I'd like to have some sort of charity fund raising event with a huge gunge tank. I'd "accidentally" walk by in tight jeans or leathers, asked if I would like to get dropped into that gunge while the fund would receive another nice amount of money, doubled if I would get filmed by the local news TV. The gunge should be preferably thick and not transparent. And after some moments of anticipation (please, not too short!) I would be dropped with boots and jeans, sneakers and leather jacket, hoody and all with a fat noise into that tank being totally covered and interviewed afterwards.

I'm with you on the fundraising
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