Hey Wammers,
Sure this has been discussed before but was thinking... Does anyone know where their fetish comes from?

I've got a love for slime and swimsuits (on women) and strangely have no interest in getting myself messy. I struggle to pin point what drives this fetish and have no idea what got me into it...

I'd be eager to know if anyone knows why they're into what they are.
GL

No idea where it comes from, all I know is that when I saw it I knew I was into it and wanted to see more. Always been into girl's hair, and seeing it get messy or wet is an added bonus. Also like messing myself up, would love to mess girls up, but that opportunity was pretty much a once in a life time thing I think when Mypie did her little tour. Anyways, I guess it's just hard wired into me, that's the best explanation I can give. Same way I like heavy music, horror movies, and art, while the rest of my family isn't really into those things...It just manifested itself.

I have distinct and vivid memories of playing in a mud puddle as a very young child in the background as my mom and dad were finishing up paperwork on renting the house I would grow up in. I remembered that I liked the way it looked and the way it felt. I also remember getting my ass tanned by my mom when she turned around and saw me.

I'm pretty sure in my case anyways I can say, I was just born this way. I liked it long before my hormones ever kicked in, and understood what sex was. I liked seeing girls get messy or wet in their clothes. It simply excited me. I didn't know why, it JUST DID.

Then when hormones DID kick in I knew I was doomed.

Just being a teenager looking for something to wack to I stumbled upon mud/ wam etc. Greatest discovery ever in my life lol


But the EARLIEST thoughts of this mud wam thing happening was when I was in kindergarten or 1st grade? I had a crush on a blonde girl with blue eyes (which at that time I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen) and I had thought of making a trap for her to fall in and in the trap was a giants pie with a cherry on top.
Geez I was only so young at that time and I had these "feelings"... I genuinely do not know how they came about. I had told my friend about that plan when we were in recess and he looked at my like I had 7 heads lol

It's very interesting as to who what where when why how these fetishes and feelings come about.

I have no idea how it developed for me. To be honest, as a child, seeing people get messy on TV used to absolutely terrify me. If I saw a gungy gameshow on TV, I would very hastily switch over. And then the next thing I realised I was watching it and really enjoying it and thinking "I want to get pied". Of course it took ages to finally meet people who were into it as well but I eventually did find some folk and the rest, as they say, is history

I feel that one, really made me laugh with how accurate it is . This is definitely interesting hearing everyone's stories, kind of seems like it's impossible to pinpoint...

There's a hypothesis that fetishes develop in childhood, and involves the child looking at something at just the right time, that thing becomes his fetish.

There's more detail to it, and this only applies to males.

Fetishism in women is less studied.

Check out the book "Perv: The sexual deviant in all of us" for more information.

Check out also "Sexual Variations: Fetishism, Transvestism and Sado-masochism" by Chris Gosselin, 1980.

I remember seeing a lady on a TV show when I was young. The presenters wanted to conduct an experiment to do with washing dirty clothes so they made her get into a huge tank of mud, fully clothed. I remember them telling her to take her shoes off, but that was all she was allowed to do to prepare. She was wearing a really striking pair of stripey socks and I remember watching, dumbfounded, as she jumped, feet first into this heaving mass of mud. She splashed and squelched around in it, she even laid down and rolled around. She ended up plastered in it from head to toe. And it really stirred me up, all I could think about was how it would feel to do that. I really wanted to! Somehow, the fact that she'd nonchalantly splodged into it in her socks made it all the more stunning to witness. And the fact that she really seemed to have fun, and was laughing and squealing throughout the "ordeal".

Heaven.

My first exposure to WAM growing up was messy game shows. I loved watching others have fun like that and always wanted to experience it myself. I also loved the clothes we wore in phys ed class at school cause the shiny smooth fabric rubbing against my skin always made me excited. Then one day I was riding my bike home from school still in phys ed clothes as it was the last class that day when it suddenly downpoured. I got caught in the rain with nowhere to hide and was totally drenched by the time I got home. Best part was I didn't get in trouble with my parents since it wasn't my fault but the wet clothes clinging to my body was such an incredible feeling that I enjoyed so much and wanted to experience again. It was the first time I got wet while clothed and likely what made sportswear and water my perfect combo. Man that was such an awesome day

Always good to have a discussion about fetishes, I think it is quite sad that people who have a fetish are basically still unable to come out about it without the risk of ridicule even from groups who were themselves unable to publicly come out just a few years ago. I am sure there will be people from LGBT groups that think we are weird and wont be supportive in a relationship with a partner who is a Wammer or any other fetish. As someone who has a fetish I am fully supportive of any other person.....live and let live.

I am positive the conversion around the dinner table with your parents would go a lot more smoothly if you came out that you are gay than if you explained you got turned on by women covered in custard, at this point dessert would be hastily packed away and your sister told to leave the room! ..........this after your dad and mother have packed your bags!

Like someones sexuality a fetish can have a huge impact on your life, in some cases more of an impact than your sexuality I could imagine, it can affect/frustrate you every day.

Having a fetish can hinder your ability to be in a happy relationship or even a relationship at all. With such a huge possibility of effecting your daily life I feel that people with fetishes are still not accepted by "Jo public" and it has the ability to be more ridiculed than your sexuality.

You wont change me and my personal thoughts and I would say I am lucky with my accepting partner but that is just it, luck. It could have easily gone the other way where actually I would rather be single than in a relationship where I cannot actually share the true me.

Most people thought I was gay in my early 20's ......the bleached hair and working at sea did not help!! but I was very low millage in terms of relationships as I was not necessarily just turned on about the thought of been shacked up with a girl......it had to involve more....So I would rather be single than have a non understanding girlfriend.

You wont stop people having fetishes and it is only down to groups like this that anyone has the chance of any sort of support, from people who understand.

I hope you understand what I am trying to get at without discriminating against others but I am sure some of you will "get it"

It can be a cruel blow when you get cursed with a fetish, whatever that fetish may be......thank god for the internet

It sure can. I view it more as a curse that you learn to live with. It's like being dealt a bad hand of cards -- you do your best to play the hand that you are dealt with.

I am sure of one thing.....it is not hereditary and nor is is due to one's upbringing, because I come from a large family with lots of siblings,,,,and we are all biologically related. One of my brothers is gay and I am the one cursed with the wam fetish, yet all my other brothers and relatives lead totally traditional mainstream family lives with marriages and children. All of us came from the same womb and were raised the same way yet 2 of us developed non traditional traits.

If I could have one wish, it would be to be reborn as a traditional lifestyle person, because the wam curse has caused me to become an insular solitary person who is uncomfortable at large social gatherings, and this has been a negative influence on my life for 6 decades. My bashfulness is a direct result of feeling guilty and ashamed of being afflicted with the wam curse. Ironically, if I was a psychopath or sociopath, I would be be a more gregarious and outgoing person, because psycho's and sociopaths do not feel shame and do not have a conscience....that is why most of them become politicians (just kidding).

Looking on the brighter side, at least I was only cursed with a harmless fetish that was not dangerous....such as the Auto-Erotca fetish that took the lives of actors Albert Dekker and David Carradine and singer Michael Hutchence....and my fetish was not deep on the dark side like the fetishes most serial killers have. I can reasonably function in everyday life without being a danger to society, so I am thankful I did not turn out to be like Jeffrey Dahmer.

MK

I guess the truth is that I get turned on by seeing clothing get ruined and for the most part, that involves WAM. I think it started with television shows like Fun House and Double Dare and a television commercial I vaguely remember where a kid in nice clean clothing falls into a mud hole and starts playing in it getting covered in mud in the process.

My own Mud fetish was ignited at a very young age, probably only 9 or 10. I was watching a kids program which featured some sort of mud wrestling, I remember I was totally mesmerised by it and I experienced feelings I'd never felt before even at that young age. At the time my mum was around and I was trying not to show any interest and hide the amazing feelings I was suddenly experiencing. I think also there was some 'forbidden fruit' going on, my mum ran a very clean and tidy house and getting our clothes dirty would always result in a telling off and the idea of getting clothes wet and muddy deliberately was unthinkable. But it was mostly the amazing look of these people covered in mud that really caught my imagination. Of course I was not able to really explore this new fascination when I was young beyond maybe muddy knees on my jeans when out with my friends. Having said that the fetish was in me and I even remember on bath nights being able to reach a pre-pubescent organism by rubbing up and down the bath while fantasying about getting my school tracksuit muddy. So this interest was ingrained before any more adult interest developed for me. When I got to my teens I became very worried and aware this interest wasn't normal and not healthy (at least that's what I thought at the time) but I couldn't ignore it. Like most teen lads I was now masturbating more or less daily and I was so concerned that on alternate days I'd force my self to fantasise about normal activities with females but on the other days I'd allow myself the freedom to dream about being in my old skin tight jeans and mud. Muddy football with other similar lads slide tackling and muddy saves in the goal mouth, sometimes I'd be in a group farm working, me and the other lads in our jeans being transported in filthy cattle trucks so we'd be partially soaked in mud before we got to the fields to complete our muddy activities or sometimes just plain mud fights and wrestling with skinny jean clad lads which alway climaxed with me shooting my teen load into the Kleenex.
It was only when I got my own place that I was really able to explore mud fun properly and it never disappoints me. As an adult I lead an ordinary conventional life but every so often I get a chance to squeeze into my skinnies or some lycra and explore some muddy area on and off my mountain bike, often ending in my mud soaked jeans being filled again with a nice load.
As to why I have this interest I just don't know and as to where my other fetish for rubber came from I just don't know
I'd really like to hear if this is a familiar story to other people.

I think I was born with my wam fetish that was awakened at an early age. When I was around 5 maybe 6 my dad would read to me children's stories. There was one which I vaguely remember now but one page featured a rhyme that went something like this: " Help help, uncle so and so is in mud up to his ankles. Why can't he just walk out?" someone says. "Because he's in head first." That made me think what would that be like.Then I watched "I Love Lucy and that sealed my fate as a lifelong wammer. I bumped into Messyfun videos in the mid '90s and I was amazed at the material. It featured scenes about which I could only fantasize. I had no idea the wam fetish was so widespread. But through it all I'm kinda proud of my wam fetish. I embrace it. Strangely I think people who enjoy a fetish have a more resilient self esteem or self image than maybe other people who have something else that drives them. We're all so very complicated.

This is a perennial topic but always fun to explore. I think Piboiva's comment about right place, right time is pretty much on the nail. There are several early experiences that created or reinforced my messy urges.

When I was around 5 I saw an old western movie that ended with two cowboys fighting in glorious black mud. To be honest, I am not sure what colour the mud was because our TV was a black & white set that is how long ago it was. Around the same time I saw a comedy sketch set in a health spa that involved men and women falling into a mud bath.
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I was a sickly child and encouraged to keep clean, behave, not get involved in extreme physical activity - except when on holiday for some reason. At the age of 11, one particularly wet English summer, we were on a countryside holiday. I found myself in a fight with a couple of local lads (who were playing pick on the townie I guess). We were rolling around in foul smelling glutinous mud on a riverbank. Bit scary at the time but also very arousing and well worth the trouble I was in when I got home.

After that, it is all a bit fast and vague. I remember a Levis or Wranglers advert in my teenage years that showed a young man in a denim suit who had been covered from head to toe with brown, gritty, mud. He had a smug look on his face even though it looked uncomfortable. I was intrigued and keen to try it. I masturbated to that advert a lot in the following months.

In pre-internet days, messy scenes were hard to come by and I took what I could get. They were mainly pie scenes in TV shows or movies, with a bit of live mud action from sports broadcasts. Frustratingly the most exciting segments always seemed to be broadcast while my parents were watching. These days the sheer volume of WAM has devalued it and I find I'm more selective in what I watch and need to bolt on other fetishes to really enjoy it (mature women, boots, tattooed skinheads, punks, cross dressers, etc, etc ).

Music is a separate topic, but a liking for mud makes it easier to enjoy British festivals so in that regard I am very pleased to have this fetish.

Still dont have a fuckin clue how this all came about. Similar to what someone mentioned way earlier, I used to be either terrified or utterly fascinated just depending on the day whenever a messy scene came on tv when i was a child. First image I recall having in my head which totally came from fantasy was someone in a raincoat falling face first into some mud. Dont know why or how that came about (not even that much into mud or raincoats these days like).

Oddly enough, I always felt my WAM thing took precedence over me being bi which I didn't properly come to terms with way after I was open with my mates or love interests about WAM itself. Fuck knows exactly why (although kinkshaming is a part of homophobic discourse, its probs important to state that no-one into WAM has ever had to go through the society ingrained state sanctioned beatings and torture felt by LGBT people throughout modern history).

In the end, I always felt things could be worse. Least this whole shit is pretty harmless. This fetish has brought me great joy once i got to grips with it and I can always make it fun.

I was always excited by the sight of wet or messed people, whether naked or clothed. Whenever I could, I'd shower in clothes, even before sexual maturity, just to get that lovely feeling. Then I discovered the joys of cum and rather than clean it up, I couldn't stop spreading it over my self, along with adding water to make it go further. Whenever I saw things like mud wrestling or wam porn, I was already 'there' and glad my tastes were being catered for. It's also no coincidence that my cross dressing started with finding a skirt and tights that had someone else's cum stains already on them. I just had to get them on there and then, and get them moist.

Thing is, the desire and fascination with ridicule is part of the point for some of us. Or, rather, me.

So, part of the interface between the pie fetish and personality seems to be a sort of exposure therapy for self-conscious introverts with social anxiety, so we can adapt to a world filled with extroverts who don't have that self-awareness and seem happier for it.

But the catch is that the "exposure therapy" which made it possible to loosen up enough to be willing to be intimate also means that any potential sexual contexts are necessarily socially awkward. And that's "the curse" in a nutshell -- being imprisoned by mechanisms that were just trying to help you to adapt.

Simple....3 fetishes
tights
lycra
messy fun
= Tiswas!

Ever since I was a kid (and I'm talking really young, three or four) I've had a strange fascination with mud and other messy substances, combined with an odd embarrassment at being seen engaging in messy play, even when very young. Since then, my fetish has just grown and developed, and I've recognized some other aspects of it.... or perhaps developed them?

For me I discovered WAM in my teens. I remember girls from class swimming in clothes and once I saw a movie with a couple enjoying a mud pit and later cleaning off in the sea, I was hooked

And I can relate to MK. My experience and advice is to early in a relationship talk about your fetish. My wife discovered my fetish by accident (after 10 years) and we had some bad times. We have discussed it a lot and she understands and accepts it. Now she even likes it and takes part in it and that is a big relief mentally.

Mine began at a very early age. I would guess that I was maybe 3 or 4 yrs old. As I recall it, there were some older boys playing in an open fire hydrant that dragged a nearby girl into the water. In those days, girls wore dresses, and I guess that one early event seared into my head because I could never get enough.

After that, the majority of wetlook I came across was through TV and movies with a rare real wetlook event involving a few girls who got caught in the rain.

Like many of you, watching wetlook on TV or the movies was a frustrating situation because whenever I was watching TV, so was the rest of my family. We only had one TV in those days. And I didn't want to share something personal with members of my family. But until the internet came along, I really thought I was the only one into this. I first discovered that I wasn't alone when I purchased an adult magazine which happened to feature a special on fetishes. Among them was a section on wet and messy, and in it a small ad about WAMTEC. I contacted WAMTEC by old fashioned mail and discovered an entire new world, the rest for me is history.

EdR