Walled Her

You carefully position the fog machine on the floor, and angle it toward the jewelry cases.  Behind you, the vacant dark of night is all that the windows admit.  The only light comes from a small headlamp that you wear for these sorts of missions.
You take a few more minutes to adjust the headlamp and reposition the fog machine.   You need to avoid setting off the alarms.  On your last mission, you narrowly escaped being arrested by the police.  You were only able to slip away because the cop was a horny young jock, and you were half naked.
That's probably the last time that officer will believe a suspicious woman when she pleads for a chance to go into the next room and change.
Your phone rings, and the name 'Aidan Lawrence' appears on the screen.  You answer it.
"Hi God," you answer sweetly.
"How long until the package is ready?" says a voice from the phone.
"About ten minutes," you reply.
"This has taken too long again.  No tv privileges this month."
"But I love tv!  Please?"
"Don't argue with me.  Pick up the package and leave the post office."
"Okay."
He hangs up and you return to your task.
You turn on the fog machine, and a steady stream of white vapor rushes into the room.  As your headlamp shines on the plumes of white vapor, thin green lines of light become visible.  They form a sort of web around the glass cases of jewelry, but you quickly find a hole big enough to reach your arm into.
You lean carefully over the glass case, reach your arm through the gap, and angle it toward a diamond necklace.
You notice that your breasts, full and pendulous, are swinging very close to one of the little green lines.
"Ugh...why won't God let me wear a bigger bra?"  you think aloud.  "Years practicing on alarm systems, and I'm gonna set this thing off with my boob."
You continue to move your hand through the gaps toward the neclace, and your breasts swing precariously over a green line.
"Oops."
The alarm begins to blare. You can't hear yourself think.  You quickly pull away fron the glass cases, and rush toward the door you came in.
As you exit the building and grab your locksmith gear, police sirens become audible.  You begin to run away from the store, away from the sirens.  You're running so fast that you stop looking around you, then
WAM!
You feel a sudden impact, as if a car just hit you.  You crumple to the ground, and slowly fade from consciousness.
***
You hear voices.  It sounds like they're talking about you.
You try to get up but your limbs and eyelids are so heavy.
"God, is that you?" you ask.  Your mouth feels warm and wet.
Harsh male laughter erupts from the figures talking near you.
"That one's gonna need medical attention," says a deep voice.
"Yeah, dude walled her."