Speaking of GLOW, Spanish Red pied Americana very nicely - super easy to find.

For me, wetlook and transparent clothing always had an appeal over full nudity. I remeber a Sky magazine cover, and other lads mags, but one moment sticks in my mind of a braless woman in a yellow vest top, and white skirt in rhe sea when I was on holiday in Cornwall.

Messy came around after seeing pictures in the tabloids of girl wallowing in the mud fest that was Glastonbury in the mid 90s. Fast foward to getting the internet with Minxmovies, umd and whatnot and I was hooked.

My beginnings are pretty much the same as the other "older fellas" on here. I was also pre-wired. I remember seeing the laurel and hardy golf mud scene and three stooges pie fights and thinking WOW!
Then came Tizwas, including the classic Sheena Easton destruction.
The most memorable early incident for me was when I was still at school and we went to play rugby against another school during a particularly wet winter and the river next to the lower field had previously flooded turning one of the rugby pitches into a swamp, just a huge mud pitch about 3 inches deep. I remember thinking "surely no one is going to play on that pitch. Whilst the 2 boys' teams filed off to the pitch on the upper field out came the two girls' teams and low and behold they were allocated the lower pitch. The look on their faces was memorable. I clearly remember developing an instant stomach ache so I had to be sidelined (an excuse to watch the girl's game). The girls battled bravely throughout the whole match, after about 20 minutes there wasn't a recognisable girl on the pitch. For the remainder of the game it was just a mud bath. That was pretty much the turning point.
I met my wife Mel when we were teenagers but didn't tell her of my muddy/messy fetish until we were in our 30's but she said she always suspected because on a number of occasions I found excuses to get her muddy.
Once when we spent the day at a coastal town in the UK called Malden. We were on the beach with a bunch of other young couples. When the tide goes out at Malden it leaves a vast sea of deep mud. Unbeknown to us it's customary to play friendly games in the mud so Mel and I joined in a playful game of mud rugby with the other couples. Mel being the unsuspecting newbie had of course had to be initiated so every time someone got the ball it was passed to her and for about 20 minutes she was constantly tackled, pushed, rolled and submerged in the mud until she was an exhausted blob of utter filth and I was elated.
Then in our 30s Mel found my Splosh magazine. I thought she would be devastated and think I was a nutter but she just laughed and volunteered to be my 'victim'. We started out steadily at first with a bit of custard and a few pies in the face. I progressed to a mud pit in the garden where she played my poor victim ang got repeatedly thrown into the mud.
As the years have progressed my WAM tastes have become more excessive to the point where she is my 'poor victim' subjected to the most extreme gunge destructions imaginable (or not imaginable if you've seen our pictures and videos)
The rest as they say is history
Happy gunging Guys

Watching Double Dare 2000 and shows of the like and loving it but afraid to say how much! My friend put her face in the cake at 16th birthday party and everyone was tossing it around and that was an awakening right there if there was one. Past that used to sneak stuff upstairs and .... you get the picture. Found this sight many years before i joined. And yes all the while thinking i thought I was the only one...

Just stumbled on UMD at some point and liked it I guess.

My favorite used to be "Pie shower attack" with allison because of her reaction, but then when "Messy Health Inspector" came i liked Amys reactions even more. I'm really into the reactions but I don't know why and never had any childhood thing or whatever.

For me it was the physical comedy of Lucille Ball. When i was around 10 or so I saw the movie "the long long trailer". The scene where Lucy's character tumbles out of the doorway of the trailer into the deep mud puddle triggered something in my brain stem. It must have been the scream that she lets fly. I knew I wanted to explore more this messy thing. It's all visual at first but then the imagination kicks in. When I saw Professor Fate and Max emerge from the pig stye I was so intrigued. In '96 i discovered "Messyfun". I still have a couple of Rob's newsletters.

I remember after a lot of years thinking it was just me I was sat on a bench at a bus station in Glasgow reading a UK magazine called FHM (Yup, I was that kind of lad ). There was a two page spread in there about Splosh! magazine and I think I went so red I could have melted through the bench.
Needless to say I bought every issue of Splosh! I could find as well as several of the vhs videos. I got quite good at hiding them
UMD came after that, and needless to say, that was a game changer for me. Suddenly there was a whole community of people into a whole diverse range of things related to my tastes.

That's so cool, thanks for sharing that. I was never that creative as a kid... I used to find ways of smuggling tins of custard etc up to the bathroom
I think it was that instinct of hiding it and that inherent shame that made me hide it for so long.

These days absolutely see this fetish as a sexuality not a choice.
I've finally, after a lot of crap, managed to accept that in myself. And I really love other people's experiences of the same.

For me it started with going to school and getting into rainstorms and than afterwards finding mud from the rainstorms than being around paints of some sort

It definitely feels prewired in me, like I was born with it and had no choice about it. I remember watching Bozo the clown when I was 4 years old and feeling completely embarrassed but fascinated by pies to the face. Every show, every slapstick scene in every movie where someone got pied or caked or fell in the mud was a tremendous feeling that I couldn't understand and was terrified of anyone knowing I felt, I couldn't understand the shame and guilt I felt for the excitement in me. If anyone else was present when I was watching something like that, I didn't want to see it. If I was alone watching it, I would be on the edge of my seat excited with a huge grin on my face and wanted to watch it over and over again. I both loved and hated it at the same time for many years. I hated it and was embarrassed about liking it so much. I legitimately felt scared that it would happen to me when I didn't want it to, like in front of family or bullies from school. I was very badly bullied in school, especially from one guy in highschool who was sexually aggressive with me. One time he pushed me into the mud and spit on me, in front of the other kids, it was not enjoyable to me at that moment. Another time he chased me around with cake frosted hands in front of my mother because I was unable to hide my expression when he grabbed the piece of cake. He actually smeared some of the frosting on my face, not much at all, a streak on my cheek, but he also tried smearing it between my legs. I did not enjoy it from him, especially not at 15 in front of my mother. Wow, I haven't talked about that in a long time, I've been trying NOT to remember highschool. I did everything I could do to suppress it after that. I spent years trying to shut it out, but I couldn't stop dreaming about it. I started having such intense dreams about getting pied that I would wake up orgasming, my body trembling in a way I'd never experienced before. Needless to say, I couldn't ignore it after that, I absolutely had to do it. I finally did it on my 33rd birthday with my cake! Details are in my blog posts on my profile. When I discovered this was a fetish for me, I realized that every fantasy I had, romantic or otherwise, all involved me getting caked and pied or muddy, EVERY fantasy of mine. When I found UMD I felt like I had finally come home. Everyone here is a kindred spirit, you are my people, my tribe! For me it's been a catharsis to the abuse I've faced in my life, choosing to enjoy humiliation, feeling aroused and turning others on by enjoying it helped me take that power back for myself. It has become a passion and a therapy that has helped me through some very dark and painful moments in my life. I'm a messy person inside and out and WAM gives me control over what kind of mess I'm making, and my life has significantly improved because of it.

That's why I started this post. I had a lot of conflicting feelings about anything involving messy humiliation for a lot of years. No matter how playful or innocent the intentions might have been
I've read posts from people on here discussing how much they would have loved to be slimed/gunged on a gameshow from 20 30 years ago - that would have been my worst nightmare. To actually experience something like that with malicious intent is something even now I'm not sure how I'd deal with emotionally.
All that said, I'm not trying to be dark about this - for me at least, it's a celebration of self acceptance and all the joy it has brought me.
And hopefully still will until I'm too frail to lift a pie any more

It started off possibly because I DIDN'T watch the various gunging shows growing up. By the time they became a big thing, I was probably in my mid-teens, and my mum had a big aversion to them, and so generally didn't really get to see much of it. And you always want what you can't have!

There was also a documentary on TV once, when I was about twelve, I guess, about a group of servicemen who were survivors of a coach crash I think (probably the one in 1985 in Germany). It was following them a year or so after. I don't remember much. But there was this scene when they were having a BBQ and they stripped the guy in the garden whose birthday I think it was, and then put a hosepipe on him. I always remember that - the idea of embarrassment being a turn-on.

And that kind of led me to the idea of strip games, which I used to play with a friend as I reached my mid-teens. And as time went on, that led to dares, and then led to getting messed up.

I think mine was a progressive build-up. When I was a kid, I'd run away from the TV when Noel Edmonds was gunging someone.

Then Get Your Own Back came on and I enjoyed it for the sheer entertainment factor, laughing at adults in the Gunk Dunk.

By the time I hit puberty, I found myself very interested in who was going in the Live & Kicking gunge tank, but I couldn't figure out why. I think it wasn't until I was looking online and came across The Gunge Club MSN forum that I realised how deep my interest was.

I think it's pretty interesting that I was 'scared' of it as a kid, though! Did anyone else experience fear before pleasure in it?

Fascinating thread. Really good joining up of some of the dots. So much overlap with others experience here.

I remember being very young, seeing messy scenes on TV and watching them with a distinct fascination and maybe a nervousness sometimes . I feel like it was then the seed was planted.

Years later, it started to grow thanks to Holly Willoughby and other messy scenes I saw on TV around that time. That led my curiosity to the internet and if I remember correctly, I saw the Alison Jack pieings on my initial search delving further, I saw some kind of compilation trailer of Sarah from Anglefan and later on a trailer of the stunning Naomi K, who remains a favourite model.

I'd say some TV scenes remain my favourite. Esto Es Guerra really contains many of my favourite clips along with Chega Mais too but there are many others!

I still do! lol

Toya Wilcox got a pretty extensive going over on Tiswas too, apparently at the request of her parents(!) I seem to remember she was wearing what looked to be an expensive woollen jumper at the time.

As a kid, I was fascinated by every scene I encountered in books and TV shows that involved characters getting muddy or taking some form of mud bath. (For example, there was one poem about kids covering each other in mud in a children's poetry book I had, and I think there were two or three scenes involving mud in the cartoon "Dragon Tales," which I liked anyway. There was also a chapter in the book "Ramona the Pest" in which Ramona plays in a muddy construction site.) From as early as I can remember, I fantasized about getting naked and submerging my body in a big pool of mud and swimming around in it. It was definitely "sexual," even though I didn't fully understand that aspect, since I experienced what I later understood as sexual arousal both mentally and physically. It felt "naughty," even though no one ever found out or punished me for anything relating to it. Although I loved mud play in fiction, I didn't have any opportunities to try it myself for a long time; now that I have more freedom, I have yet to find more than a little bit of decent mud, though I hope to some day. As soon as I became interested in porn, I began looking up mud images, videos, and stories online, and I've gradually found more and more sites, such as this one. These sites have also supplied advice on how I might one day find good mud to play in. So, like many other people in this thread, my mud kink began during early childhood, and I'm happy that there are enough people with similar interests to create so much online content.

(Attached photo is a scene from Star Trek TNG via TrekCore.com)