I did the opposite. I was continually snag used (wet only) Pampers out of the outside trash. My brother was 15 mos younger and he as in Pampers way past the age of 4. My parents weren't even sure they could send him to Kindergarten on time because of that, but he managed to get out within 6-8 weeks before school started. I was intentionally Pooping in Pampers even though I'd been trained to the degree I knew when I had to go and was able to go by myself although my Mom still had to wipe me. I must have intentionally pooped a couple dozen times after being potty trained how to poop, and this was *ALMSOT* exclusively before naps and especially bed time as I LOVED sleeping in a "loaded" Pamper. Sadly I was fully potty trained around 2 1/2, but I was caught more times than I can count wearing wet Pampers I snagged out of the trash. I' put them on behind an old, dilapidated shed in our back yard and I was at a loss HOW I was ALWAYS caught! Still, not threats or days putting me back in Pampers. '
Until I was 7 or 8. I learned how to line my underwear with a half a roll of TP, poop and play around like that. After being caught for the umpteenth time, I was made to wear Pampers, that didn't fit, so my Dad wrapped black electrical tape around them and I was made to wear/use for 3 nights and 2 days, forced to go out and play with the neighbor kids who hammered me for years, until I began to develop into a physical specimen and able to kick the ever living shit out of everyone I ever fought. Somehow I managed to not poop during the day, and when I was begging to poop on the toilet my Mom relented and let me and I promised to never "play" like a baby again.
That was a major lie. I simply learned how not to get caught! As I got older and was allowed to go further from my house, I'd snag some Pampers off of my best friend who had 4 younger siblings, go for a bike ride and wet/mess, the wash up in the river though I was not allowed to cross the avenue to get to the river, yet. To the best of my knowledge, I never was caught again. I hit a dry spell when my best friends' brothers and sisters were out of Pampers until I worked up the balls to buy my own. I was already 160lbs of rock at 13 and had to tape the wo of them front to back, but I had some AMAZING times doing that and was *ALMOST* caught, twice. I got lucky I suppose.
Once I found adult diapers after I began to drive, the world was a better place even though those diapers were SHIT! My girlfriend thought it was hilarious but otherwise had no problem with it, wore herself and we had diaper sex starting at 16ish!
Sadly while in the Army I encountered MAJOR health and back issues and now need diapers. Thank GOD it is urinary only though I've been having occasional bowel issues. My latest MRI shows a bunch f impinged nerves which I guess is why my right leg goes out without warning too. Be careful what you wish for! NEEDING to wear is NO FUN! Waring for fun, is.
CptKirk