A man-god

If Superman was to be considered the physical epitome of human perfect, the giant that stood before him was about to change the definition.

At a respectable 6'1" height, Superman eyes were the same level as the behemoths swollen chest. The man towered a good foot and half above him. He wasn?t just taller, though. There was about a one hundred pound weight difference, as well.

Superman stepped back to gaze at the man. He was shirtless with tight blue pants nearly painted on his legs.

His hair was as black as Superman?s, but worn slightly longer, fringe falling playfully forward. The steel grey eyes were luminescent. A strong jaw and pert lips completed the adonis? face.

His skin was golden tan and every muscle was ripped to perfection. Huge veins pulsed through his thick neck, hair-dusted chest and beefy arms. The perfect contours of his muscles caught the light with each movement, causing him to almost shine. He was god-like.

?You?re Superman?,? the man said. He chuckled. ?I thought you?d be bigger.?

The demigod flexed his right biceps, the peak clearly larger than Superman?s.

?I?d say I?ve got about five or six inches on you in my arms alone, and I?m only eighteen years old. Earth?s atmosphere sure hasn?t been good to you.?

?Who are you?,? said Superman.

?I?m a survivor, like you. Only my growth apparently wasn?t stunted like yours.?

The boy-god brought both arms up in a stunning double biceps. He crunched his stomach into an impossible 8 pack.

?Take a look at what a real Kryptonian man should look like.?